The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the notion that a grown man named Kevin — and it is ALWAYS a Kevin — would brandish a Zillow estimate at a closing table like it was the Magna Carta of home valuation. Let the record show that in Zillow v. Common Sense, 2021, this Court ruled that algorithmic estimates possess the legal weight of a fortune cookie and approximately the same accuracy regarding basement finishes. You initialed next to the purchase price? YOU INITIALED? Reginald once initialed a Chili's receipt and three weeks later received a summons from his own subconscious demanding to know why he ordered the Presidente Margarita on a Tuesday. The wife — bless this woman — understood what Kevin's precious computer could not: that touring a home with your ACTUAL HUMAN FEET generates data no server farm can replicate. The title company lady staring at her keyboard is now a protected witness in this Court's ongoing investigation into Closing Table Trauma Syndrome. Kevin made you personally guarantee his purchase as though you were co-signing his entire capacity for adult decision-making, which, based on the evidence presented, you essentially were. This Court finds the agent guilty of insufficient resistance to algorithm worship, though we acknowledge the sellers waited twelve years to escape that house and deserved better than Kevin's phone-based hostage situation. The Roomba has rendered its verdict. Reginald must now go lie down.