The Court has reviewed this confession and frankly, Reginald needs a moment. You stood there while a grown man tried to discriminate against POOL PEOPLE, a protected class that includes everyone who has ever enjoyed buoyancy, and you said nothing except to quietly leave the pool in the listing like some kind of aquatic whistleblower. The light looked COLD? THE LIGHT? This Court once dismissed a case because the courtroom fluorescents made my gavel look "too aggressive" so I understand lighting concerns but YOUR CLIENT wanted to charge four hundred dollars to fix the EMOTIONAL TEMPERATURE of photons. And then, AND THEN, this man fumbled a twelve thousand dollar gap over a MAILBOX with SENTIMENTAL VALUE. What sentiment? What memories does one form with a mailbox? Did he propose to it? Did it raise him? In the landmark case of Sellers Who Need Therapy v. Agents Who Enable Them, 2019, the court established that tolerating this level of nonsense without once saying "sir, respectfully, what is wrong with you" constitutes professional malpractice of the soul. You are guilty, the seller is guilty, that mailbox is DEFINITELY guilty of something, and The Court must now adjourn because Order the Roomba has wandered into the jury box again and someone needs to redirect him toward the evidence.