All too often I find Vicol on the wrong end of luck; He has a heart larger than Texas and has had entirely too many take advantage of his good nature. I want to stab them in the eye with a pointy stick! (nods) Vicol in this road called life, Im glad to look over to see you walking along side me as my friend; your a good and honest soul!

Ah, my beautiful gypsy... Vicol's sweet soul emits this electricity that simultaneously illuminates a room and tickles its inhabitants. Oh yeah, and he's quite popular among the nine and under crowd...

A Gypsy w/ flair and style. Despite being of a "roguish sort" he is a man of his word. When vicol comes by my camp w/ his rowdy band of gypsies i find myself not minding being stolen! i look forward to more dashing encouters this pennsic and im certain that the best times are ahead of us.

My beloved and blessed Gypsy who is always there when needed, no matter how much time passes between talking. Some day that hug will happen.

Vicol is like a "constant in the universe" at Pennsic. You can count on him. Always knows where a good time is to be had...and if he's in a place a good time isn't being had, he makes it a good time. A very knowledgeable cat as well. Can't put a pricetag on that my friends.