The Court has reviewed this chronicle of suburban warfare and finds itself PHYSICALLY ILL with frustration. You watched this man execute a SEVEN-DAY PSYCHOLOGICAL OPERATION against your transaction and your response was apparently to stand there like a decorative shutters that serve no functional purpose. He parked a TRUCK on the easement, counsel. He TOOK NOTES ON A CLIPBOARD. That clipboard was a declaration of war and you treated it like a neighborhood quirk. Reginald himself once had a neighbor who quote unquote casually mentioned to potential buyers that my fence was quote slightly aggressive and I did not simply ALLOW this, I documented everything and presented a fourteen-page rebuttal at the next HOA meeting which I was not technically invited to but ATTENDED ANYWAY. You had three inspection reports proving no basement flooding and yet you let this man whisper lies to an appraiser like some kind of easement gremlin. The fact that he listed two weeks later with YOUR comp data is not a twist ending, it is the OBVIOUS conclusion to a sabotage campaign you watched unfold in real time while doing absolutely nothing. This Court finds that you were outmaneuvered by a man whose entire strategy was standing in his yard, and that is a humiliation from which your professional reputation may never recover. The gavel has spoken, Order the Roomba is circling in what I can only interpret as agreement, and Reginald must now go lie down.