The Court is TREMBLING with indignation, and not just because Reginald skipped his second breakfast. You stood there, fully aware that a digital oracle had proclaimed a higher value, and you chose SILENCE? You chose CONVENIENCE? You thought explaining algorithms to a septuagenarian would be tedious, and now look at you, standing in MY courtroom while a daughter somewhere is furiously screenshotting Zillow like she just cracked the Watergate tapes. This Court once spent FORTY-SEVEN MINUTES explaining to my own mother why her Zestimate included a garage that was demolished in 1987, and did I complain? I complained EXTENSIVELY, but I still did it, because that is what INTEGRITY looks like. The comps may have supported your number, the roof may indeed be a disaster waiting to happen, but you handed that daughter a conspiracy theory on a silver platter when ten minutes of transparency would have inoculated everyone against this exact meltdown. In the landmark case of Zillow v. Common Sense, 2021, this Court ruled that the Zestimate is neither evidence nor prophecy but rather a CHAOS AGENT that must be addressed head-on like a raccoon in the garage, which I also have experience with. The buyer has moved on, the mother has gone silent, and the daughter has probably already posted about you in a Facebook group called something like REALTORS EXPOSED, and frankly, The Court must now adjourn because Order the Roomba has become stuck under the witness stand and is making a sound that suggests jurisdictional distress.