The Court is APOPLECTIC. Let Reginald be perfectly clear: you staged fake lemons on a kitchen island while a CRACK IN THE VERY EARTH BENEATH THE HOME went unnoticed, and now you stand before this Court in what I can only assume are still those flip-flops. This is EXACTLY what happened in Decorative Fruit v. Structural Integrity, 2019, where the appellate court ruled that "no amount of citrus theater can distract from geological truth." You GOOGLED disclosure obligations MID-NEGOTIATION like some kind of feral paralegal operating without supervision, and The Court finds this personally offensive because I once had to google whether my Roomba bailiff could legally serve papers and the SHAME still haunts me. Your broker called this a "good learning experience" which is the professional equivalent of a participation trophy dipped in condescension, and frankly you deserved worse. The seller kept bringing up the lemons because the seller KNEW, Agent, the seller knew those lemons were a symbol of your scattered priorities and honestly I am starting to side with the lemons. Six weeks of work for zero dollars is not a learning experience, it is a SENTENCE, and this Court hereby declares that sentence already served. Reginald must now leave to attend to a personal matter involving a barn door that has wronged him.