The Court has reviewed this calendar of horrors and finds the defendant guilty of what can only be described as transactional hostage syndrome. You let a DAUGHTER who has presumably never held a real estate license, never sat through a single continuing education course on fair housing, never experienced the soul-crushing joy of a failed septic inspection, DICTATE the terms of a listing like she was some kind of fence-aesthetics warlord. Reginald himself once had a nephew suggest his gavel collection would look better in a different room and that nephew is no longer invited to Thanksgiving OR Easter OR the summer cookout where I announce my quarterly verdicts. You edited a KITCHEN ISLAND COLOR, counsel, you committed Photoshop crimes against a perfectly serviceable countertop because someone who found comps on GOOGLE decided she understood market dynamics better than a licensed professional. The fence was FINE, the price was FINE, and now these people are sitting in a house that has been on the market since MARCH like some kind of real estate purgatory because you failed to deploy the most powerful tool in your arsenal which is the word NO. This Court has seen spineless behavior before but rarely has it witnessed an agent so thoroughly steamrolled by someone whose primary qualification appears to be being born. Case closed, the Roomba is beeping, Reginald must adjourn to scream into a throw pillow.