The boys are back after a week off (2 if you count how long it took to post this), and nothing—NOTHING—could have prepared you for Episode 72.

Toxic Teacher returns to tear apart Dead by Daylight's latest disaster: the anti-tunnel/anti-slug changes that BHVR shit out during their recent community stream. We break down why the Halloween event (Hallowed Blight? Hallows' Eve? Who fucking cares?) still can't save this dying game, and why killer mains are getting absolutely skull-fucked by the devs' latest survivor-coddling updates.

But that's just the appetizer.

The main course? An absolutely deranged deep-dive into Nicky A.I. Dente's marriage to Esperanza Lamorta de la Muerta Picante de los Santos Meatball Slayer the Third—the Spanish princess of Torre Del Mar who apparently invented churro combat during the Spanish Inquisition.

You'll learn:

- How to weaponize a churro using liquid nitrogen and a razor file

- Why Nicky is Calabrese, NOT Sicilian (you ignorant fuck)

- The tactical applications of cinnamon sugar as combat sand

- What "churrojitsu" is and why your Oklahoma hands couldn't handle it

- Why Victor would look good in a matador outfit

- The FORBIDDEN TOPIC of meatball licking (for legal reasons)

Also covered: Stranger Things Season 2 discourse, Megabonk addiction, Arc Raiders extraction shooter talk, and why Tarkov is the worst fucking shit ever created.

This episode ends with a call for FLAMENCO DEATH METAL featuring acoustic guitars, castanets that sound like machine guns, Spanish growls, and bulls on fire that know SQL.

Episode 72: Where Dead by Daylight criticism meets Spanish-Italian warfare in a dark alley where nobody can hear you scream "Olé."

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NICKY'S BODY COUNT - EPISODE 72

- One (1) meatball licking accusation (contested)

- One (1) Spanish princess wife with a name longer than the Treaty of Versailles

- Infinite weaponized churros frozen in liquid nitrogen

- Two (2) serrated edges per churro

- One (1) matador outfit (theoretical, for Victor)

- Forty-seven (47) paella pictures received every Sunday

- One (1) Spanish Inquisition nobody expected

- Zero (0) fucks given about BHVR's anti-tunnel changes

- One (1) flamenco death metal outro (promised, not delivered)

- Countless castanets that sound like machine guns

- One (1) legitimate Torre Del Mar marriage certificate

- One (1) Oklahoma insult

- One (1) Sonic drive-thru romantic dinner reference

- Multiple counts of Italian-Spanish warfare

- One (1) body pillow (Victor's, allegedly)

- Several Google alerts on Nicky's name

- One (1) SQL-proficient bull on fire

- Approximately seventy-two (72) minutes of chaos