The Court has seen administrative errors before, but THIS — this is something that will haunt Reginald in his quieter moments. You somehow weaponized a typo into a multi-property incident involving an uninvited hard hat, a violated attic, and a roof truth that NO ONE ASKED FOR. The inspector, bless his oblivious heart, just wandered into a stranger's open house and started ANNOUNCING STRUCTURAL MORTALITY TIMELINES to people who were probably just there for the free cookies. This Court once accidentally sent a cease and desist to my own P.O. Box and had to fight myself in small claims for six weeks, so I understand how numbers can betray you, but YOU created a situation where a seller on Maple Street is now assembling legal theories while your actual clients sat alone in an empty house like forgotten houseplants. The other agent is furious, the inspector got paid TWICE for your chaos, and somewhere a buyer is lying awake wondering if three years means three ACTUAL years or three real estate years, which as we all know is a different unit of time entirely. The Court finds that you owe the universe two hundred dollars in karmic restitution and a formal apology to the number four, which did nothing to deserve this. ORDER THE ROOMBA HAS SPOKEN.