The Court has reviewed this catastrophe and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the sheer preventability of it all. You spent FORTY MINUTES discussing HVAC filter sizes with this woman, FORTY MINUTES building what you believed was rapport, and yet you allowed her to descend unsupervised into that basement where she performed her little theatrical inhale like she was auditioning for a Lifetime movie called "Mother Knows Mold." Reginald himself once lost a showing because a buyer's father claimed the garage "felt judgmental," so The Court understands the pain of familial sabotage, but understanding does not equal EXONERATION. You should have stationed yourself at that basement door like a sentry, you should have had a Glade PlugIn running at MAXIMUM CAPACITY, you should have preemptively declared "this is what 1962 smells like and it is the smell of CHARACTER" before her sensible walking shoes ever touched that first step. The opposing agent's email about "legitimate concerns" is an act of war and The Court hopes you printed it out specifically so you could set it on fire. Eight thousand dollars now belongs to the void because you trusted the inspection report more than you feared the unpredictable chaos engine that is a buyer's mother, and in the landmark case of Some Lady's Nose v. Structural Integrity (2019), the nose won, as it ALWAYS DOES. The Court must now adjourn because Order the Roomba has gotten stuck under the credenza again and someone has to handle this.