The Court is PHYSICALLY ILL. Let Reginald be absolutely clear about what has transpired here: you entrusted a property showing to a nineteen-year-old whose primary qualification is convincing people to bundle their auto and renters policies, and you are SURPRISED that the result was aquatic devastation and drywall violence? This is not an open house, this is Lord of the Flies with a lockbox. The nephew got ZERO sign-ins because the nephew was presumably hiding in the garage googling "how to stop water" and "can you spackle with toothpaste" while some feral child was treating the master bathroom like a UFC octagon. I once had a nephew house-sit for me during a particularly contentious period with my second wife, and when I returned he had reorganized my gavel collection by COLOR instead of by VERDICT SEVERITY, and I still weep about it during certain moon phases, so I UNDERSTAND the betrayal of nepotistic incompetence. The faucet running for seventy-two hours is not a small issue, it is a WATER CRIME, and per Plumbing v. Basic Human Awareness (2019), ignorance of continuous flow is not a defense. The Court hereby finds that you are guilty not of the nephew's failures, but of the original sin of going on vacation while listings exist, and Reginald must now adjourn because Order the Roomba has detected crumbs in the deliberation chamber.