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

<passage>:
CAPTAIN CHAOS By NELSON S. BOND The Callisto-bound We picked up our new cook on Phobos. Not Phoebus or Phoebe I mean Phobos, Mars' inner moon. Our regular victual mangler came down with acute indigestion—tasted some of his own cooking, no doubt—when we "Mister Dugan," he said, "go out and find us a cook!" Only it wasn't that easy. In those days, Phobos had only a handful of settlers, and most of them had good-paying jobs. Besides, we were at war with the Outer Planets, and no man in his right senses wanted to sign for a single-trip jump on a rickety old patrolship bound for nobody-knew-where. And, of course, cooks are dime-a-dozen when you we've got to have a cook, Dugan! We can't go on without one!" "Thanks, Dugan, but that won't do. On this trip the men must be fed regularly and well. Makeshift meals are O.Q. on an ordinary run, but family ... bring about a new age of prosperity and happiness." "If," Cap O'Hara reminded me, "we succeed. But it's a tough job. We can't expect to win through the enemy cordon unless our men are in top "The search," interrupted an oddly high-pitched, but not unpleasant fellow, "are a cook?" trifles. 'Any port in a storm,' you know. And if this young man can cook—" hour. Get going! Dugan, call McMurtrie and tell him we lift gravs "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—" Mr. Dugan! an officer and a gentleman. And tell him that when I want advice I'll he said apologetically, "I didn't mean any harm, Mr. Dugan. I was just our safest course is by ship—Captain Slops!" spacemen. From oil-soaked old Jock McMurtrie, the Chief Engineer, all the way down the line to Willy, our cabin-boy, the Leo's John Wainwright, our First Officer, licked his chops like a fox in a hen-house and said, "The blockade! Oboyoboy! Maybe we'll tangle with one of the Alliance ships, hey?" Blinky Todd, an ordinary with highest rating, said with a sort of do meet up with 'em, that's whut I does, sir! Never did have no love for them dirty, skulkin' Outlanders, "Soup's on! Come and get it!" Which we did. And whatever failings "Captain Slops" might have, he had not exaggerated when he called himself one of the best cooks in He rang the bell that summoned Slops from the galley, and the little "Not only all right, Slops," wheezed Captain O'Hara, "but perfect! "Captain Slops" blushed like a stereo-struck school-gal, and fidgeted of firing charges, re-radiation, or other hazards accruent to heavy The skipper's eyes bulged, and he drooled like a pup at a barbeque. He was a bit of a sybarite, was Captain David O'Hara if there was anything he dearly loved to exercise his molars on it was Venusian marsh-duck topped with a dessert of Martian pinberry pie. He said: "We-e-ell, now, Mr. Dugan, let's not be too technical. After all, that to do so from having control of ordnance. But that isn't what Slops reminded me of an apprentice gunner coddling his first charge. of a joke I'd heard at a spacemans' smoker. "Speaking of being careful, did you hear the giggler about the old maid at the Martian baths? Well, it seems this perennial spinster wandered, by accident, into the men's shower room and met up with a brawny young prospector—" "If you don't mind, Mr. Dugan," interrupted the cook loudly, "I'm That period of jetting was a mingled joy and pain in the britches. Captain Slops was responsible for both. For one thing, as I've hinted before, he was a bit of a panty-waist. It wasn't so much the squeaky voice or the effeminate gestures he cut loose with from time to time. One of the roughest, toughest scoundrels who ever cut a throat on Venus was "High G" Gordon, who talked like a boy soprano, and the meanest pirate who ever highjacked a freighter was "Runt" Hake—who wore diamond ear-rings and gold fingernail polish! But it was Slops' general attitude that isolated him from the command and crew. In addition to being a most awful prude, he was a kill-joy. ballast-bins to bunk-rooms. He quizzed the Chief about engine-room nine days he forced on the skipper the same gratuitous advice which before had enraged the Old Man. By sheer perseverance he earned the title I had tagged him with: "Captain Slops." usually are. But I'm in command of the Cap O'Hara, and Slops was playing another variation on the old familiar extreme danger of encountering enemy ships?" "Keep your pants on, Slops!" "Don't be ridiculous, my boy. Why should there be?" "Well, for one thing," wrangled our pint-sized cook, "because rich favor a concentration of raiders." The skipper choked, spluttered, and disgorged a bite of half-masticated instead of just yipping and yapping is, we're blasting smack-dab into the face of danger. And us on the most vital mission of the whole ding-busted war!" Leo rattled like a Model AA spacesled in an ionic storm, rolled, quivered and slewed like a drunk Leo had been assaulted, the ship bucked and slithered again, this time with the 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 groooom! "Ahoy the O'Hara, his great fists knotted at his sides, called back, "O'Hara of "Stand by to admit a boarding party, Captain. It is futile to resist. You are surrounded by six armed craft, and your vessel is locked in 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 heart-warming love for and pride in my companions as at that tense can't sacrifice brave men in a useless cause, Dugan. I've got to—" He "And the Leo ?" "Who knows? Maybe they'll send it to Jupiter with a prize crew in command." "That's what I thought. But they mustn't be allowed to do that. We're The skipper got it, too. His jaw dropped. He said, "Heaven help us, it's the truth! To reach Jupiter you've got to pass Callisto. If the Callistans saw a Federation vessel, they'd send out an emissary to greet it. Our secret would be discovered, Callisto occupied by the

<question>:
Lieutenant Dugan brings up the examples of "High G" Gordon and "Runt" Hake in order to illustrates that...

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A the roughest, toughest scoundrels and pirates were self-made
B effeminate behavior and taste is not incompatible with roughness and toughness
C effeminate behavior and taste is incompatible with roughness and toughness
D the roughest, toughest scoundrels and pirates were from Venus

<answer>:

B