The Court is AGHAST, absolutely THUNDERSTRUCK, that a licensed professional would interpret a functioning lockbox code as some kind of divine permission slip from the real estate gods. Let Reginald be clear: a code still working does not constitute consent, much as my ex-wife's garage door opener still functioning did NOT mean I was welcome at Thanksgiving 2021, a lesson I learned in front of her entire book club. You waltzed into that home like you owned the place, which you demonstrably did not, and forced innocent civilians to witness what this Court can only assume was either a family intervention, a discussion about inheritance, or someone finally admitting they never liked the other one's mother. TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS evaporated because you could not be bothered to send a single confirming text, and now those parents are out there telling everyone that house has bad energy when the only bad energy present was YOUR complete abandonment of professional protocol. In the landmark case of In re: That One Guy Who Just Showed Up, 2019, this Court established that lockbox codes are not skeleton keys to human dignity. The Roomba is circling your confession as we speak, and Order has rendered its verdict: you are a MENACE to scheduled appointments everywhere. This Court is adjourning immediately because Reginald has a showing to confirm and he will be doing so in TRIPLICATE.