He knows the jackhammer is an easy answer, to concrete wounds.
He knows a chainsaw is appropriate for the choir of removing feathers.
He a**embles competitive bones made of inky leather.
He knows the restraining order makes a healthy alter, for admiring her bruises.
He makes a tired offer of self-help disaster, pills keep it repeating.
He conceals the gentle relapse by overachieving.
I'm borrowing, some details (pigtails?), from bald consumer clones.