The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself in the unusual position of experiencing something Reginald rarely permits: empathy. You had a dry basement at inspection. You had a disclosure that said nothing. You had a seller who apparently believed that "grading" is some kind of basement baptism that permanently cleanses all water sins, and a listing agent who waited until AFTER CLOSE to mention the 2019 Incident like it was a fun piece of trivia rather than MATERIAL INFORMATION THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN DISCLOSED. This Court once ruled against a man for failing to disclose that his dishwasher made a sound he described as "judgmental" so I am INTIMATELY familiar with disclosure failures, and what happened here was not YOUR disclosure failure. Your buyers are texting you daily as though you personally installed a storm drain that routes directly into their foundation. You are not a hydrologist. You are not a time traveler. You are not even still their agent because THE TRANSACTION CLOSED, which is a legal concept I assume everyone understands except apparently your clients who seem to believe the agent-client relationship is a blood oath that transcends recording dates. The real criminals are in Arizona now, probably enjoying adequate drainage and zero accountability, and The Court suggests your buyers redirect their energy toward a real estate attorney licensed in multiple jurisdictions rather than toward you, a person whose only crime was trusting an inspection and wanting to eat dinner. Case dismissed with prejudice toward the seller's agent who should be ashamed. Reginald must go now because Order just got stuck under the credenza again.