G 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 aid 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 sh** right here. Rooster looks a little janky man. Oh hell no, he's creeping. He's creeping up. Rooster's got the twitch. That's some voodoo sh**. Oh wait, man, it's going. Oh he's coming up. Look at him shaking that head. It's going, oh wait, Rooster. Oh man, he's crying. Rooster is crying. Rooster is actually crying. He's creeping up. He's weeping at our live tears. Here's Bob. Now this little sh** here is in a t-shirt now. Oh Bob. A face you can read. And a mother sh** in me out. That's dirty. Oh man, bam, bam. Bob is down. Didn't see what it'd be better. Me either. Final battle of the night. And you see Snowball is dawning his heavy chain. This dude's zero. Just zero. Snowball does not give a f**k. Oh, she was pushing back. Woo! Definitely pushing back. I can't watch it man. But I can't look away either. This is horrifying. That's cats got some sort of plantaria curse between those demon eyes. I'll say that much right now. Snow's freaking out. I guess he is. No, any sound. Seerl is out. Seerl's done. Great. Get out of here, man. Just wait till this little sh** all needs a piano. Can't have so hard core. I don't even think he has eyelids.