The Disassembly Line and the Body-Bag of Holding

Context- We’re a mostly evil party composed of a Human Necromancer (me), a Deep-Dwarf Barbarian, an Elven Ranger and his wolf companion, and a Halfling Rouge/Bard. It was an adventure’s league Dnd game, so while the players and characters knew each other, the poor DM was ill prepared for our… weirdness.
Dm: Alright, with the bandits dispatched, the forest regains its previous calm. What would you like to do.
Halfling: ASSUME POSITIONS!!!
-The party then proceeds to line up single file after piling the bodies on top of one another.
Dm: What are you doing exactly?
Halfling (OOC): Oh, It’s very simple. The ranger checks a body for valuables, I check any of those for magic.
Dwarf (OOC): The body gets passed to me and the wolf, who proceed to eat most of the meat off them. (The dwarf has gone a little crazy, and has a taste for raw meat, especially elf)
Necromancer (OOC): Lastly, I take what’s left, turn what I can into skeletons, and throw the leftovers into my Bag of Holding for later use.
Dm, completely dumbfounded: W…Well…Fair enough.
-A few in-game-minutes later, the battlefield’s cleaned of corpses, save our new minions. A bit of spell casting and Rangerly-track hiding left the forest trail pristine, leaving anyone following us completely oblivious to the grotesque fate of the bandits.

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