The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself GENUINELY UNSETTLED by the velocity of this disaster. In the span of eight days, we witness the complete lifecycle of a transaction from champagne to catastrophe, a trajectory The Court has only previously observed in its own brief marriage. The seller forgot about a 200 square foot concrete structure with electrical service running to it, which is like forgetting you have a second torso. THIS IS NOT A STORAGE UNIT, THIS IS A BUILDING, and buildings do not simply slip one's mind unless one has committed so many permit violations that they blur together like a criminal's rap sheet. The brother's broken arm is now Exhibit A in what Reginald can only describe as a masterclass in how NOT to demolish evidence of your own municipal fraud. You ask if the brother can sue the seller, and The Court asks you this: does it matter? THE DEAL IS DEAD. The champagne has gone flat. The city will eventually notice a half-destroyed structure with exposed wiring, and when they do, they will not send a congratulatory fruit basket. This Court hereby sentences this entire timeline to be sealed and never spoken of again, and advises the agent to update their professional liability insurance IMMEDIATELY.