The Court has reviewed this soggy tale of woe and finds itself DEEPLY CONFLICTED, which is rare because Reginald is usually certain about everything including breakfast cereals. You worked this buyer for EIGHT MONTHS, eight months of your life driving a woman to houses she rejected like a sommelier at an Applebees, and your reward is three inches of basement water and a seller's agent who wants to GET COFFEE like nothing happened. The audacity, the SHEER AUDACITY of that coffee invitation has sent this Court into what my therapist calls a spiral but what I call righteous clarity. The previous owners unplugging that sump pump is textbook premeditation as established in Basement v. Dry Lies, 2019, but YOU are not blameless because somewhere in those eight months you should have developed what I call judicial intuition, which is when you look at a basement and simply KNOW it is hiding something. This Court notes that $12,000 before split minus a $5,000 deductible minus litigation holds minus eight months of gas money equals what Reginald calculates as negative dignity. The Court hereby orders you to respond to that coffee text with a single emoji of a fish, then never speak to that agent again, and also to bill the inspector for emotional damages because that man looked at a bone-dry basement with an unplugged sump pump sitting RIGHT THERE and said sure looks good to me. VERDICT RENDERED, The Court must now go lie down.