The Court has reviewed this confession and finds itself APOPLECTIC at the sheer preventability of this tragedy. You KNEW that house was built in 1924, which means you KNEW that attic contained the electrical equivalent of a museum exhibit, and yet you sent that buyer up there with nothing but an inspector and a smartphone like a lamb to the slaughter of WebMD for houses. Reginald himself once lost a bidding war because a retired pharmacist convinced his daughter that the HVAC system was "breathing wrong," so The Court understands the terror of parental intervention, but UNDERSTANDING is not FORGIVENESS. The inspector TOLD YOU the wiring was inactive, and what did you do with that information? You let it sit there like a garnish on a plate while the buyer's father, a man who has presumably seen actual fire, constructed an entire narrative about his daughter dying in an inferno caused by wires that were not even CONNECTED to anything. That poor woman in Phoenix lost twelve thousand dollars because you brought a disclosure to a dad fight. THIS COURT FINDS that you should have camped outside that attic with a laminated diagram and a notarized statement from an electrician before any firefighter-adjacent individual set foot on the property. The gavel has spoken, and Order the Roomba is circling the bench in what I can only interpret as profound disappointment.