The Court has reviewed this catastrophic timeline and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL at the sheer magnitude of helplessness on display. You spent a week chasing a man through the criminal justice system like some kind of real estate bounty hunter, and for WHAT? So a seller could snatch that extra cash from a better offer while you stood there calculating car payments you will NEVER make? Reginald once lost a beloved ficus to a routine repotting — the grief was IMMENSE — but at least the ficus had the decency not to call back asking for help finding a new pot. And yet HERE YOU ARE, saying "sure" to the very man whose bench warrant personally murdered fourteen thousand five hundred dollars of your financial future, because you lack the SPINE that God gave a pool noodle. The precedent is clear from Johnson v. His Own Self-Respect, 2019: "A doormat who returns to the muddy boot deserves whatever filth it receives." You should have said "new phone who dis" and BLOCKED THAT NUMBER, but instead you will now spend another six months driving this man to showings while your Honda Civic remains UNPAID and MOCKING YOU from the driveway. The Court sentences you to one firm boundary, to be established IMMEDIATELY, though we both know you will not comply. THIS COURT IS ADJOURNED because Reginald needs to go lie down.