The only velcro that matters to Larry is the velcro on his harness' restraining straps - the ones in the back, where he can't reach 'em..
He just can't quite accept that he can't go chasing pretty girls across busy intersections anymore, waving his "bell" at them and demanding that they sit on his lap. It's sad, really...
Quinn....Nobody's stable on heels like that. I don't understand why you pretend that you didn't know that before you got on the turnip truck. Geez.
And, Larr - You want us to believe that YOU ran ANYWHERE? That whole Santa thing has already destroyed what little credibility you may have possessed, and now it's just dead-horse-beating time for you, ya jolly old elf...