I give a whole new meaning to 'rent control'

So I found out during exams (great timing, life) that the landlord is selling the house Pete and I are living in. Turns out they have to honor our lease, but the initial realization was traumatizing. It's a bad time to be selling, but there has already been some interest. Today, just as I arrived home from class, some potential buyers were getting ready to poke around my apartment. Yay. They walked in and said, "Wow! This place is so artistic, are you in the arts?"

Yes. The legal arts. The art of lying, stealing, and strong arming you in to lowering my rent.

Innocent blinking ensues.