The Court has witnessed many atrocities in its years on this bench, but THIS — this is a masterclass in standing idly by while a man in cargo shorts commits psychological warfare with a SHARPIE AND A WOODEN STAKE. You had comps, you had an inspection, you had TWELVE SHOWING REQUESTS, and yet you let some lawn-sign-wielding opportunist run a week-long disinformation campaign from his own front yard like he was staging a one-man coup against your commission. Reginald himself once had a neighbor who insisted my hedges were "passive-aggressive" and I did NOT let that man dictate the trajectory of my landscaping decisions, unlike SOME agents who apparently just watch their listings get sabotaged in real time like it's a nature documentary. Where was your counter-sign? Where was your doorbell camera footage? Where was your FIGHT? The basement does not flood, counsel — but your professional instincts clearly have, because that woman is now about to sell her home to the very man who torpedoed her sale, eighty thousand dollars UNDER the price he claimed she deserved, and you're just standing there holding your comps like they're a participation trophy. The Court must now adjourn because Order the Roomba has detected a disturbance in the kitchen and frankly Reginald cannot handle two crises at once.