Yes, I have been known to ponder the odd human-brain-in-a-jar, but that doesn’t mean I would ever even remotely begin to harbor the merest speckle of the ghost of the start of a notion to amass a whole purloined collection of them.
So much nope. You will have to lay this at someone else’s door. I suggest you start with the U.T. dining hall and see if the pickled cauliflower looks a little dicey recently.
p.s. I can sneak quite a bit past the dim human female, but I think she’d probably notice something like this if I brought it home.
p.p.s. Yes, cauliflower jokes are disrespectful of the dead. Remember who you are dealing with. Bad guy, remember?