The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the state of modern real estate comprehension. You stand before Reginald not as a criminal, but as a VICTIM of what this Court hereby designates Zillow Worship Syndrome, a condition affecting approximately ninety-three percent of buyer's agents and one hundred percent of buyers who have ever uttered the phrase "but the internet says." The buyer in question has committed the cardinal sin of treating a Zestimate like it is the Rosetta Stone of property valuation when in FACT it is closer to a fortune cookie written by a calculator that failed geography. This Court once had a neighbor who refused to sell me his lawnmower because Zillow said his house was worth less than mine and he felt, quote, "spiritually outranked," and I bring this up only because THAT MAN now works at a Smoothie King and justice was SERVED. The real tragedy here is that an actual human appraiser, a PERSON with LEGS who WALKED through this dwelling and OBSERVED the finished basement with their FUNCTIONING EYEBALLS, has been deemed less credible than a website that still thinks the house has phantom square footage from county records last updated during the Clinton administration. You are guilty only of patience, and frankly The Court is not sure you should keep demonstrating it. Case CLOSED, Reginald must now go shout at his Roomba about jurisdiction.