The Court has seen many things in its distinguished career, including a man try to hide a load-bearing wall removal with strategically placed ferns, but THIS, this is a masterwork of preventable catastrophe. Ninety dollars. NINETY DOLLARS. Reginald once spent more than that on a gavel holster he never used, and yet here we are, an eight hundred and forty thousand dollar sale executed by a child who simply decided to SPEAK TRUTH TO POWER in the middle of a basement. The sellers knew about that sink. The Court KNOWS they knew, because children do not invent plumbing knowledge for entertainment, they absorb it through years of being told stop running the washing machine while I am showering, and then they DEPLOY it at the worst possible moment like tiny agents of chaos sent by the universe to punish the unprepared. You should have asked about that utility sink. You should have asked about EVERY sink. The Court once demanded a full accounting of all water-adjacent fixtures before purchasing a decorative fountain from a estate sale, and that fountain STILL betrayed Reginald, but that is neither here nor there. The buyers did not lose trust, counselor, they gained CLARITY, and clarity in real estate is the enemy of closings. Two mortgages now. Two. The sellers are living in the financial equivalent of that two-inch puddle, and it is spreading. This Court finds you guilty not of causing the leak but of failing to anticipate that a twelve-year-old with nothing to lose would become the most honest person in the room, and THAT, counselor, is on you.