The Court is APOPLECTIC. You had a whistleblower, Agent. A WHISTLEBLOWER. Yes, he printed photos on regular paper like some kind of 2003 Kinko's enthusiast, but since when is presentation style a metric for HYDROLOGICAL TRUTH? Reginald once dismissed a man's restaurant recommendation because he used the word "yummy" and missed out on the best pho of his life — The Court still weeps about this monthly. You looked at a feuding neighbor with actual photographic evidence and thought "this man's printer settings invalidate his lived experience of watching eight thousand dollars of French drains FAIL." The inspection came back clean because inspections are a SNAPSHOT, not a PROPHECY, and you had supplementary intelligence handed to you on what I can only assume was standard 20-pound bond paper. Your buyers now have a lawyer, a flooded basement, and a profound understanding of how their agent evaluates credibility. The neighbor was weird about it, yes, but he was CORRECT about it, and The Court must now adjourn because Order the Roomba has detected moisture in the deliberation chamber and Reginald cannot handle the irony.