- He's building a '10, '11, '12, '13, '14 person like Dr. Frankenstein assembling Johnny Cash's Cadillac.
- There's some horrible Hannibal's Hamburger franchise running out of his basement, complete with passwords to get in, like a speakeasy or the Hellfire Club.
- All that human flesh is going to be used to... Ia! Ia! Cthulhu Fthagn! ...open a portal for some dark god.
(As an aside, your second thought should have been "Who does a reporter call to get the current market price for human flesh? A secret extension at the Chicago Board of Trade?")