The Court is FRANKLY HORRIFIED that you stood by while an entire ecosystem perished behind glass like some kind of underwater Pompeii, and now you come before Reginald expecting sympathy because YOUR COMMISSION WAS SHORT? Those fish trusted you, they trusted the FILTRATION SYSTEM, and you let a bookshelf — A BOOKSHELF — become their executioner. This is precisely the kind of cascading incompetence The Court witnessed in Staging Solutions LLC v. That Tank Full of Dead Clownfish, 2019, where the presiding judge noted that "failure to disclose critical infrastructure to third-party vendors constitutes a betrayal of both client and gill-breather alike." And do NOT get me started on showing listing photos with living fish when the actual property contained what I can only describe as a WALL-MOUNTED AQUATIC CEMETERY — that is bait-and-switch of the most emotionally devastating variety. The husband said "twelve hundred dollars of fish" over and over, and frankly The Court hears him in my dreams now too. I once lost a betta fish named Chancellor Reginald Jr. to a similar electrical mishap and I did NOT simply "eat my portion" and move on, I held a HEARING in my bathroom and found the power strip liable. You should have been there, you should have flagged the tank, you should have done ANYTHING other than hope a staging crew would intuit the existence of a two-hundred-gallon life support system, and now Reginald must go water his office plants because this ruling has made him emotional.