Three hundred and seventy thousand dollars. THREE SEVENTY. The Court has seen some audacious maneuvers in its time — Reginald once watched a man try to negotiate the price of a foreclosure using Applebee's gift cards — but YOU, counselor, you took an offer that belonged in a spam folder and presented it like it was the Magna Carta of real estate transactions. You watched your clients DISCUSS IT. FOR TWENTY MINUTES. The Court's Roomba bailiff, Order, has more negotiating instincts than you displayed, and Order once got stuck under a credenza for six hours without calling for help. You created three weeks of insomnia, three weeks of mortgage anxiety, three weeks of your sellers staring at their popcorn ceilings at 2 AM wondering if they made a terrible life choice — and for WHAT? Because you were TIRED? The Court is TIRED, counsel. The Court has been tired since 2019 when it ruled against its own dishwasher for passive-aggressive drainage patterns, but The Court still maintains STANDARDS. You should have laughed that offer out of your inbox, forwarded it to your group chat for mockery, and moved on with your dignity intact. Instead you legitimized tomfoolery. The gavel has spoken and it is DISGUSTED.