The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL from the sheer audacity of this week-by-week descent into madness. You have presented Reginald with a timeline so cursed it reads like a Greek tragedy written by someone who failed out of appraisal school and holds a PERSONAL GRUDGE against garages. The appraiser used a 2019 FORECLOSURE as a comp, which is like comparing a golden retriever to a raccoon that once lived near a golden retriever, and The Court is APOPLECTIC. I once had a similar experience when my ex-wife's attorney tried to value my gavel collection using comparable sales from a flea market in Toledo, and let me tell you, ORDER the Roomba and I still discuss it during our evening sessions. You watched this deal die, resurrect, die again, and then the ORIGINAL BUYERS emerged from the grave like real estate zombies asking about plumbing YOU ALREADY FIXED, and somehow YOU are the one confessing as if YOU committed a crime when clearly the appraiser should be tried at The Hague. The Court rules that you are guilty only by association with an industry that allows a man to spend twenty minutes in a home and then DESTROY LIVES with his little clipboard. Reginald must now go lie down because this ruling has given him heart palpitations.