The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself DEEPLY DISTURBED, not by your conduct, but by the audacity of that seller's agent who dropped "oh yeah the sump pump's been acting up" like she was mentioning a sticky drawer and not A BIBLICAL FLOOD IN THE BASEMENT. Reginald has seen this before, this casual revelation of catastrophe, this breezy admission of aquatic betrayal, and it reminds The Court of the time my own realtor failed to mention the neighbor's rooster situation until AFTER I had signed, but that is a matter for another docket and several ongoing noise complaints. You stood there in three inches of what we shall charitably call "water" while your buyers wept among the submerged mechanicals, and instead of fleeing or blaming or spontaneously combusting, you negotiated an $8,000 credit in four days while furniture circled the greater Midwest like lost geese, and THAT is precisely the kind of grim competence this profession requires. The parking lot vomiting is not a sign of weakness but of APPROPRIATE BIOLOGICAL RESPONSE to the horrors of residential real estate, see also Thompson v. That Septic Tank Situation, 2019. The Court hereby COMMENDS your intestinal honesty and sentences that seller's agent to disclose her own sump pump failures at every cocktail party for the next decade. CASE DISMISSED, The Court must now consult with The Council about water damage jurisdiction.