The Court has reviewed this testimony and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the sheer preventable tragedy on display here. You stood there, a licensed professional with presumably functioning vocal cords, and allowed a deceased dog named Biscuit to tank an eight hundred and forty thousand dollar deal over the letter K. THE LETTER K. Reginald once lost a girlfriend because he pronounced quinoa wrong at a Whole Foods, and even HE would have fought harder than you did for this deal. You should have grabbed that woman by the shoulders and said the words every agent fears but must sometimes speak: YOUR DOG IS DEAD AND HE DOES NOT CARE ABOUT SPELLING. Instead you made that phone call, you spoke those words out loud to another human being, and somewhere in the distance a Coldwell Banker training manual burst into flames. The other agent laughed because WHAT ELSE CAN ONE DO when confronted with the smoking wreckage of a transaction killed by a K. This Court hereby finds that you enabled a haunting, specifically the haunting of your client's own financial future by the ghost of a dog whose name she apparently loved more than eighty thousand American dollars. The gavel has spoken, Order the Roomba is backing away slowly, and Reginald must now go lie down in a dark room.