I looked at the same photo, saw the grinder/sander thingy, saw the desk table it sits upon and thought to myself 'What in God's name is he thinking? A belt sander has no place in a cocaine lab.'

No lie, one of the casting companies I used to work for had the police show up looking for a drug lab after the neighbors complained about us getting deliveries of "chemicals" (55 gallon drums of polyurethane resin) in the middle of the night and odd smells and noises from the basement in the wee hours (we all had day jobs, and casting runs were done whenever we could find the time). We took the easy way out and just showed them around, explained what all this weird crap was actually for ("no really, people pay good money for models of broken buildings") and generally let them poke around through everything until they were satisfied, which wasted a whole shift the week before Cold Wars. Bastards still wrote the owner up for some code violation involving ventilation, too.
Ironically, a few years later a new FLGS opened up nearby. Lasted several years and had amazing minis tables (including two of the four actual sand tables I've ever seen, and another boss of mine built the other two) but they hardly ever sold anything and had crap for stock, so the regulars (self included) couldn't figure out how they were staying afloat. Then some junkie got busted in the next city over and led the cops to to the upstairs "Asian import business" the FLGS owner was renting to. Turned out there was a quarter of a million dollars worth of pot (at 1990s prices, no less) growing in a massive hydroponic setup upstairs the whole time, with the utility connections rigged down in the basement so none of the power use showed up on the meters. That was the end of that shop.