The Court has reviewed this CATASTROPHIC CAROUSEL OF INCOMPETENCE and finds itself genuinely dizzy. You have spent twenty hours — TWENTY HOURS — mediating a dispute between a lying seller, a couch-wielding nephew who apparently has the upper body strength of a rhinoceros but the accountability of a summer breeze, and buyers who saw plywood and thought "ah yes, let me triple the repair cost because I am ALSO terrible." Reginald once had a nephew who broke a decorative mirror in my foyer and I have not spoken to him since 2017, so I understand family disappointment, but at least I did not then try to commit him to a financial obligation via TEXT MESSAGE on a SATURDAY. The Court notes that you were eating a sandwich in your car when this text arrived, which suggests you have already accepted that your life is a series of sad parking lot meals punctuated by other people's chaos. Under the precedent established in Plywood Holdings v. That Nephew Everyone Has, 2019, this Court finds that you should have walked away the moment furniture achieved velocity. Your commission divided by your hours worked is now approximately the cost of a moderately disappointing lunch, and The Court must adjourn because Order the Roomba has just collided with the witness stand and Reginald cannot be expected to work under these conditions.