This Court has witnessed many travesties in its distinguished tenure, but FORTY-FIVE MINUTES debating the democracy of drip coffee while commission structures fossilize and copy machines gather dust like ancient relics? The accused sat through a beverage tribunal while a PRE-APPROVED BUYER languished in callback purgatory, and Judge Escrow must ask: at what point did you consider simply standing up and leaving? Your broker wept about unity over Keurigs while your deal evaporated into the ether, and you remained seated like a hostage at a timeshare presentation. The Court notes with profound distress that "approved beverage stations" now require sign-up sheets, suggesting your office has achieved a level of administrative dysfunction usually reserved for failing HOAs and the Department of Motor Vehicles. Judge Escrow himself prefers his coffee served by someone who does not require a committee vote, and he finds your passive participation in this circus to be professionally negligent. The connection between team unity and your missed callback remains unclear because NO SUCH CONNECTION EXISTS, and your broker is simply a person who should not be in charge of other people. This Court must adjourn immediately to process the existence of inter-agent pour-over feuds.