Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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needed a cook. What it got was a piping-voiced Jonah who jinxed it straight into Chaos. [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from our ailing grub-hurler off to a hospital, and the skipper said to me, a chef's services to the good old I.P.S., but my only response was a loud silence. The skipper scowled at me from under a corduroy brow and fumed, "But scramble us a steak or something, Skipper." when you're running the blockade—" orders?" can't expect to win through the enemy cordon unless our men are in top physical condition. And that means a sound, regular diet. So we must "The search," interrupted an oddly high-pitched, but not unpleasant voice, "is over. Where's the galley?" figure a slim, trim, natty little Earthman not more than five-foot-two in height don't look like much of a skipper the skipper was still struggling for words: "You," I said to the little fellow, "are a cook?" "One of the best!" he claimed complacently. "And you have your space certificate?" "I—" began the youngster. "Smart Aleck!" That was the Old Man, exploding into coherence at last. "Rat-tailed, clever-cracking little smart Aleck! Don't look like much of a skipper, eh? Well, my fine young rooster—" The skipper's color subsided. So did he, grumbling. "Well, perhaps skipper's roar he glanced up at us eagerly. "Loft trajectory for Vesta! Then we're trying to run the Alliance blockade, Captain?" "None of your business!" bellowed O'Hara in tones of thunderous outrage. "Get below instantly, or by the lavendar lakes of Luna I'll—" sternly. "The Old Man's one of the smartest space navigators who ever ship—Captain Slops!" spacemen. From oil-soaked old Jock McMurtrie, the Chief Engineer, all Leo's complement hen-house and said, "The blockade! Oboyoboy! Maybe we'll tangle with one of the Alliance ships, hey?" macabre satisfaction, "I hopes we do meet up with 'em, that's whut I the grim set of his jaw and the purposeful way he spat on his callused paws were mutely eloquent. had the skipper finished talking than the audio hummed and a cheerful "Soup's on! Come and get it!" of this and that and the other thing, all of them unbelievably dee-luscious! Beyond a doubt it was the finest feast we of the Leo "Not only all right, Slops," wheezed Captain O'Hara, "but perfect! "Captain Slops" blushed like a stereo-struck school-gal, and fidgeted order. That is—" He hesitated—"there is one little thing, sir." "So? Well, speak up, son, what is it? I'll get it fixed for you right away." The Old Man smiled archly. "Must have everything shipshape for a tip-top chef, what?" The young hash-slinger still hesitated bashfully. "But it's such a little thing, sir, I almost hate to bother you with The skipper's brow creased. The skipper's eyes bulged, and he drooled like a pup at a barbeque. "We-e-ell, now, Mr. Dugan, let's not be too technical. After all, that rule was put in the book only to prevent persons which shouldn't ought wants the cannon for, is it, son? So I don't see any harm in rigging the fixings, Slops?" reminded me of an apprentice gunner coddling his first charge. Looks O.Q., eh?" "If you ask me," I said, "it looks downright lethal. The Old Man must "Speaking of being careful, did you hear the giggler about the old maid Captain Slops said, "Er—excuse me, Lieutenant, but I have to get this old maid got flustered and said, 'Oh, I'm sorry! I must be in the wrong such device as a Velocity-Intensifier unit, and the Leo , even though she was then considered a reasonably fast little patroller, muddled could pour a cold worm's nest into Rick Bramble's bed, he shuddered and refused. "Certainly not!" he piped indignantly. "You must be out of your minds! I never heard of such a disgusting trick! Of course, I won't be a party to it. Worms—Ugh!" ballast-bins to bunk-rooms. He quizzed the Chief about engine-room nine days he forced on the skipper the same gratuitous advice which "O.Q., Slops," the skipper would nod agreeably, with his mouth full of some temper-softening tidbit, "you're right and I'm wrong, as you usually are. But I'm in command of the Leo , and you ain't. Now, run along like a good lad and bring me some more of this salad." "Keep your pants on, Slops!" "Yes, sirree!" The Old Man grinned comfortably. "I almost hope we "But—but if there should be more than one, sir?" "Don't be ridiculous, my boy. Why should there be?" The skipper choked, spluttered, and disgorged a bite of half-masticated the Belt, Captain." the ekalastron deposits?" "Why—why, because—" said Slops. "Because—" "Don't give me lady-logic, you dope!" roared the Old Man, an enraged lion now, his breakfast completely forgotten. "Give me a sensible answer! If you'd told me that instead of just yipping and yapping about how via Iris was a nicer route I'd have listened to you! As it that sentence. At that moment the Leo rattled like a Model AA spacesled in an ionic storm, rolled, quivered and slewed like a drunk on a freshly-waxed floor. The motion needed no explanation it was been gripped, and was now securely locked, in the clutch of a tractor beam! hastily converted into an all-way, inter-ship communicating unit, came a jumble of voices. A call for Captain O'Hara to "Come to the bridge, sir!" ... the harsh query of Chief McMurtrie, "Tractor beams on stern and prow, sir. Shall I attempt to break them?" ... and a thunderous sheer volume, came English words spoken with a foreign intonation. The voice of the Alliance commander. "Ahoy the Leo ! Calling the captain of the Leo !" O'Hara, his great fists knotted at his sides, called back, "O'Hara of the "Stand by to admit a boarding party, Captain. It is futile to resist. our tensiles. Any further effort to make combat will bring about your immediate destruction!" From the bridge, topside, snarled Johnny Wainwright, "The hell with 'em, Skipper! Let's fight it out!" And elsewhere on the Leo angry would have blistered the hide off a Mercurian steelback. I'm more impetuous. I turned on the little idiot vituperatively. "Shut up, you fool! Don't you realize there's not a thing we can do but surrender? Dead, we're of no earthly use to anyone. Alive, there is "And the ?" command." "That's what I thought. But they mustn't be allowed to do that. We're A sharp retort trembled on the tip of my tongue, but I never uttered it. Indeed, I swallowed it as comprehension dawned. There came to me the beginnings of respect for little Andy Laney's wisdom. He had been right about the danger of the Vesta route, as we had learned to our The skipper got it, too. His jaw dropped. He said, "Heaven help us,

<question>:
What does the Skipper mean by "lady-logic"?

<options>:
A Weak logic
B Sly logic
C Condescending logic
D Intelligent logic

<answer>:

A