The Court has seen many things in its distinguished career, but NEVER has Reginald witnessed such flagrant disregard for the sacred boundary between indoor and outdoor decor. This seller committed what can only be described as hydraulic terrorism against his own living room, and you, Agent, stood by while a concrete cherub urinated into the subfloor for FOUR CONSECUTIVE DAYS. Four guys took the door off the hinges, and not ONE of them thought to consult The Court? This reminds me of my own sister-in-law, who once tried to give me a decorative windmill, and I had to explain to her that some gifts are actually threats. You should have drawn a line in that wet, wet carpet the moment you saw three tiers of European water baby desecrating a residential listing, but instead you let this man's wife handle it like this was a MARRIAGE ISSUE and not a REAL ESTATE FELONY. Six weeks on market because you couldn't tell a grown man to evict a fountain, and frankly The Court is so disturbed by the phrase "dry cherub staring at potential buyers" that I must now adjourn to collect myself in chambers where I keep The Council.