It was a common misconception that jarveys only knew rude phrases. Some knew bits and pieces from a variety of the Indo-European languages. Some preferred to only speak in alliterative phrases. And others had developed catchphrases entirely of their own design.

Take the jarvey named Mollywobbles, for instance. She was currently lurking on the bottom of the cage and rubbing her two small paws together as though fretting over the students. "Dear dear dear dear," the middle-aged jarvey chattered. "NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU SCREEEEEEEECH!!!!"

It was unclear who, precisely, interrupted Mollywobbles, but it may it may not have been her jarvey son, Ferret Bueller, who was currently engaged in a one-sided tug of war with the edge of one of the obstacles in the playground. He continued screeching, loudly, every time a student answer started to sound long-winded. "BIT MUCH? A BIT MUCH?" he yelped suddenly. "CAN'T TOUCH THIS." And then he took off in a whirl that involved knocking over both Mollywobbles and Kenny.

"Oi oi oi oi," Kenny complained, grumpily slinking off to a corner to be alone for ONE MINUTE for once.