We have here a grease-monkey, motorcycle-enthusiast with a TB handle that evokes the Lord Of Darkness, and who wears a big beard that, by definition, is saying "I don't give an eff..." who is worried about some scratches and saying "it breaks my heart." ??
This does not compute. This does not compute at all.
I hereby suspend your man card and refer you to first watch 30 episodes of Portlandia to wake you up to poserdom. If this doesn't work then it must be off to Vienna with you where they will endeavor to figure out all of the internal conflict going on here. And this is coming from me, a cat lover who wears work boots for realz and says "for realz" while observing snowflakes and absurdity on the interwebz.
All in good fun, my friend, but "for realz?" Those scratches? Lucifer is very diapleased with your reaction.