Let The Court be absolutely clear about what has transpired here: you smelled something weird and you RAN. You fled from a SMELL. Reginald has presided over cases involving haunted crawl spaces, cases involving raccoon colonies in attic insulation, cases involving a hot tub that was technically still owned by a man in Delaware, but NEVER has this Court witnessed such a flagrant abdication of nostril-based duty. The basement SMELLED WEIRD because it was BECOMING AN AQUARIUM, and your professional response was to simply pretend basements do not exist, a legal theory this Court has not recognized since the disastrous ruling in In re: That Foreclosure With The Bees, 2019. You abandoned your post for a flaky buyer who, and I want this in the record, GHOSTED YOU ANYWAY, which means you sacrificed twelve thousand dollars of someone else's money for LITERALLY NOTHING, a transaction so cosmically stupid that The Council of Gavels has requested I take a brief recess to collect myself. I once refused to enter a Panera Bread because it smelled like someone else's soup and I have regretted that cowardice every day since, so I understand the impulse, but I am not a LICENSED PROFESSIONAL responsible for VERIFYING THAT HOMES ARE NOT SUBMARINES. The Court finds you guilty, the buyers deserve their money, and Reginald must now go stand in his own basement for forty-five minutes as penance for even hearing this confession.