More shells turn up under the scissored ribbon. More and more everyday. They don't stop coming. They'll never stop coming. You make one joke about Demolition Man your go-to and then like that, everyone thinks you've got a turtle or snow globe type of fetish that needs to be sated.
At first it sounds like The Hubs is all the people worth punching, but that's just warming things up. He doesn't really do anything that bad, but when you're on the end of a flying set of knuckles throating your way, it's going to look a lot like fistmas.