The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the spinelessness on display — you had the comps, you had the bathroom discrepancy, you had MATHEMATICS ITSELF on your side, and yet you folded like a fitted sheet at a Zestimate taped to a REFRIGERATOR like it was a child's spelling test. Let the record show that in Zillow v. Common Sense (2021), this Court ruled that algorithmic home valuations hold the same evidentiary weight as a fortune cookie, and yet here we are, FIFTY-THREE DAYS LATER, watching you price-reduce your way to exactly where Reginald told everyone we'd end up. The husband said "Zillow updates every day with real data" and you didn't immediately excuse yourself to scream into a throw pillow? I once had a Zestimate testify in my courtroom and it couldn't even identify its own methodology under cross-examination — Order had to escort it out, and Order is a ROOMBA. The wife's email asking if they should have waited is the kind of psychological warfare that makes The Court grateful he only adjudicates and never actually sells anything, because my therapist says I have "difficulty with closure" and that email would live in my brain rent-free for DECADES. Print it, frame it, hang it next to your license as a reminder that being weak and needing the listing cost your clients $108,000 and cost you whatever remained of your dignity. This Court is adjourned because Reginald needs to go lie down.