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.