"Cake after we get the organs," Wheatley said, lightly patting the man before Tyler made a sort of frightened, choking sound. "Or the Chief. With his organs intact. And inside of him. And not for Handy to make an omelette with."

What what else did you do with organs? And how was Wheatley to know that you needed eggs for an omelette? Or milk. Organs? Not so much?

And besides, Hunt's organs would be asbolutely covered in fat and who would want to eat that?

Handy, likely. The man did like to eat. And blow himself up. Or stab himself. Or trip over a chair, as he'd just done.