 Key and Peele present kittens versus thugs staring contest. They blink, they're out. It's FOMO. Last year's runner up. This is brutal. Snowball. Eight ounces of pure hate right there. FOMO giving it his all. Snowball giving it right back. Oh! Man down, this cat is ruthless. Next up is Rooster in the hot seat. This is some of that National Geographic shit right here. Rooster looks a little janky, man. Oh, hell no, he's creeping. He's creeping off. Rooster's got the twitch. That's some voodoo shit. Oh, wait a minute, it's quick. Oh, he's coming up. Look at him, he's shaking that head. What's going on? Oh, and Rooster's rushed. Man, he's crying. Rooster is crying. Rooster is actually crying. We have our live tears. Here's Bob. Now, this little asshole here is in a t-shirt now. Oh, Bob. A face you can read. And a mother f***ing me out. That's dirty. Oh, bam, bam, Bob is down. Didn't see it any matter. Me either. Final battle of the night. You see Snowball is donning his heavy chain. Yes. This dude, Cyril. Just Cyril. Snowball does not give a f***. Oh, Cyril's pushing back. Ooh, definitely pushing back. I can't watch it, man. But I can't look away either. This is horrifying. That cat's got some sort of Santoria curse between those demon eyes. Let's look at that one right now. Cyril's freaking out. I guess he is. Oh, and he's out. Cyril is out. Cyril's done. Great. Get up out of here, bitch. Just wait for this little f***ing old meets Keanu. Keanu's so hardcore, I don't even think he has eyelids.