THe characters belong to Eoin Colfer. Thanks to Academician for the 'crash' course.
Firewall
"I am going to kill that Mud-Boy!"
Foaly glared at his screen as if he hated it: probably, at that moment, he did.
It had been a game until now: nothing personal, even enjoyable. But all that was changed. There'd be no more pussy-footing around. This was war. And to think he'd been flattered by the previous password, savouring it over a glass of sim-wine. Well, now he had the new one, he'd get into that kid's systems and wreak havoc. No human security could withstand this data-bomb.
With immense distaste he entered the password, savagely hitting each key:
d-0-N-k-E-Y-b-0-Y.
