The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the audacity on display here. A signed purchase agreement is not a suggestion, it is not a mood board, it is not something your seller can revisit because her daughter in MINNESOTA — a state that is frozen solid for nine months of the year — might theoretically want a malfunctioning hot tub for a house SHE DOES NOT OWN. Reginald himself once had a cousin who promised me his Weber grill and then gave it to Goodwill, and I have not spoken to that man since 2016, which is EXACTLY the energy this daughter situation deserves. The seller contacted the buyer DIRECTLY at the final walkthrough, which is a violation of chain of command so severe that The Court's Roomba, Order, just made a noise I can only describe as jurisdictional distress. You are not the unreasonable one, counsel, you are simply trapped in a prison of someone else's inability to distinguish between a binding legal document and a Pinterest board of maybes. This Court hereby orders the hot tub to remain, the $4,000 to be irrelevant, and the daughter to continue renting in Minneapolis or wherever she is being cold and hot-tub-less. THE GAVEL HAS SPOKEN AND REGINALD MUST NOW GO LIE DOWN.