The Court is APOPLECTIC. You stood there, three days from closing, and when confronted with a simple question about a painting that looked like, and I quote, something bled on the canvas, you simply SAID YES? You just opened your mouth and let the word yes fall out like loose change from a vending machine? This Court has seen some egregious behavior in its time — I once watched a buyer's agent claim a water heater was "basically new" when it had a Carter administration sticker on it — but your casual certainty about property you had NO AUTHORITY to convey is a masterclass in professional self-sabotage. The staging company borrowed this piece from the listing agent's MOTHER, which means somewhere out there a woman lost her commissioned artwork because you wanted to avoid a phone call, and Reginald knows a thing or two about disappointing mothers with real estate decisions, specifically the time I ruled against my own mother's countertop selection at Thanksgiving and she still brings it up. You paid twelve hundred dollars for an education that should have cost you nothing but the thirty seconds required to say I'll have to check on that, and frankly The Court considers this a bargain given that you essentially committed spontaneous art theft by verbal contract. ORDER IN THE COURT, the Roomba is stuck under the witness stand again.