The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the audacity of cybercriminals who have clearly studied both email formatting AND the particular vulnerability of sans-serif fonts. Let the record show that Reginald himself once lost a vintage gavel to a Nigerian prince situation in 2014 and HAS NEVER FULLY RECOVERED, so The Court understands the raw betrayal of the misplaced pixel. However, this does not absolve the defendant of their COSMIC DUTY to have warned these poor buyers that the internet is essentially a lawless hellscape where the letter L and capital I are engaged in an ongoing conspiracy against honest Americans. "I never sent that email," the defendant whimpers, as if ABSENCE OF ACTION is not itself a form of ACTION, as established in The Court's landmark decision In re: My Brother-in-Law Who Never Calls, 2018. You watched these people pour their life savings into the digital void because you assumed the title company would handle client education, and now a marriage lies in ruins alongside four hundred thousand dollars and whatever shred of faith these buyers had in the American Dream. The screenshot haunts you, as it SHOULD, because that capital I is a monument to your failure to implement what The Court calls "aggressive font paranoia." Reginald sentences you to a lifetime of spelling out wire instructions via carrier pigeon, and The Court must now adjourn immediately because my Roomba bailiff Order has detected crumbs in the deliberation chamber and jurisdiction demands attention.