The Court has seen incompetence before, but this is a MASTERPIECE of cascading failure that belongs in a museum of human error. You allowed a woman to deploy fake lemons into an innocent civilian's home — a woman who DOES NOT EAT LEMONS, and now must live with the psychological trauma of having briefly owned a velvet couch she never asked for. Reginald once had a stager place a decorative ladder in his powder room and it took MONTHS of therapy to understand why anyone would need to climb anything near a toilet, so I understand the violation here intimately. The fact that you lost three offers because your stager cannot distinguish between a 2 and a 7 — numbers that look NOTHING alike, numbers that a CHILD could differentiate — suggests a fundamental breakdown in the real estate industrial complex that frankly keeps The Court up at night. And now there is a credenza scratch, and you do not even know what a credenza is, which is somehow the most honest thing anyone has said in this courtroom all week. I am issuing a formal injunction requiring all future lockbox codes to be spelled out phonetically and delivered via singing telegram. The bailiff will now escort everyone out because Reginald has dinner reservations he refuses to miss.