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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the regular mail run. Pete Greenwood eyed the New Philly Tommy and Pete looked at each other, and Tommy's hands Peter: Grdznth problem getting to be a PRoblem, need expert icebox salesman to get gators out of hair fast. Yes? Math boys hot on this, citizens not so hot. Please come. Pete tossed the letter down the gulper with a sigh. He had lost a bet to himself because it had come three days later than he expected, but it had come all the same, just as it always did a Bazooka Battalion, not a PR-man. Pete settled back in hoarsely. "Do you hear me? If they aren't going to have their babies in five months, we're dead men." Charlie chuckled. "Five months, he says. We figured the dimension—but the energy differential was the important one." "What about the energy?" "We're loaded with it. Super-charged. Packed to the breaking point and way beyond." Charlie scribbled frantically on the cabin. "Sit down," Pete said to the creature. "Relax. Cheerful said in a coarse rumble. "So difficult to control, you know. Terribly sorry...." His voice trailed off as he lumbered down "Not at all." Pete tossed his briefcase on the floor. At a close range Pete could see that the "scales" were actually tiny "And we gave it to them." Pete sat down slowly, his face of them sitting about a foot away Pete had to fight down a When?" "Any day now. Maybe any minute." Charlie spread his curved teeth glittered sharply. In spite of himself Pete gripped ?" "I'm afraid so, friend." "Of course," said Pete. "In their condition. I'd forgotten." Pete thought of Tommy, red-faced and frantic, beating off "Think nothing of it," said Pete indulgently. "It's been great having you." The passengers within earshot stiffened, glaring at Pete. "Going to try it again right now? Don't rush off," said Pete. Pete. empty. Pete leaned back, grinning to himself as the angry rumble rose around him like a wave. He was a Public Relations But as he walked down the gangway to hail a cab, he wasn't smiling so much. He was wondering just how high Tommy was hanging him, this time. The lobby of the Public Relations Bureau was swarming like an upturned anthill when Pete disembarked from the taxi. He could almost smell the desperate tension of the place. He fought his way past scurrying clerks and preoccupied poll-takers Tommy had lost weight since Pete had last seen him. His chunks had been torn out from time to time. He saw Pete "Me?" said Pete. "I'd never let down a pal." The sarcasm didn't dent Tommy. He led Pete through the ante-room into the plush director's office, bouncing about excitedly, his words tumbling out like a waterfall. He looked as though one gentle shove might send him yodeling down Market Street in his underdrawers. "Hold it," said Pete. "Relax, old Pete. Just in time. Just. Eleventh-hour reprieve. Have a "I fail to see," said Pete, "just why you had to drag me "To people who don't want to buy them, right?" "In a manner of speaking," said Pete testily. politeness that people hate most, I think. Can't get them mad, can't get them into a fight, but they do anything they please, Pete pulled at his lip. "Any violence?" Anybody who tries anything fancy gets thrown like a bolt of lightning hit him. Rumors are getting wild—people saying they can't be killed, that they're just moving in to stay." Pete nodded slowly. "Are they?" Pete's eyes widened. "Nova?" Pete grinned. "Grdznth in utero. There's something poetic "So Earth becomes a glorified incubator." Pete got to his Pete, with Tommy beaming over his shoulder. "The Grdznth Pete watched it with his jaw sagging until his head began to " Strictly Pete sat down, rubbing his chin. "Yes," he said. "I'm beginning power! If there's an energy differential of any magnitude—" He shook his head sadly. Pete nodded. "That is, if you can make the people put up down on a chair and burying his face in his hands. "I've failed. Failed!" Pete Greenwood stared at the cosmetician sobbing in the him ?" "Professional pride," said Tommy. "He can take twenty years off the face of any woman in Hollywood. But he's not getting to first base with Gorgeous over there. This is only one advances Earth will have, the wealth, the power. No dice. The man on the street reads our PR-blasts, and then looks up to see make them cute?" "With those teeth? Those eyes? Ugh." "How about the 'jolly company' approach?" Pete peered out the window at the traffic jam below. Cars what is it now?" "Just another senator," said a furious male voice. "Mr. Heinz, my arthritis is beginning to win this fight. Are you icy edge to his voice. "You may not have heard about it yet, but you can take my word for it. I personally will be delighted to make the necessary arrangements, but I doubt if I'll need to. "That would never do, of course," murmured Pete. The senator gave Pete a cold, clinical look. "Who is this excellent PR-man." The senator sniffed audibly. "Full of ideas, no doubt." "Brimming," said Pete. "Enough ideas to get your constituents off your neck for a while, at least." "Indeed." "We can have prelims six hours after the PR-blast. Pete, Pete stood up, facing the senator. "Everything else has been they aren't lovable. They aren't even passably attractive. "Sit down and shut up," said Pete. "If there's one thing the put together a PR-blast that will twang the people's heart-strings like a billion harps." The color was back in Tommy's cheeks, and the senator was "They probably look like salamanders," said Pete. "But tell "It's genius," chortled Tommy. "Sheer genius." "If it sells," the senator added, dubiously. "It'll sell," Pete said. "The question is: for how long?" The planning revealed the mark of genius. Nothing sudden, harsh, or crude—but slowly, in a radio comment here thinner and thinner, while Pete nursed sharp post-prandial for tolerance levels. Got that? How soon can we have it?" Analysis shook his head. "We could only make a guess with the data so far." "Fine," said Tommy. "Make a guess." Turning back to Pete, Tommy rubbed his hands eagerly. "It's starting to sell, boy. I don't know how strong or how good, but it's starting to sell! With the tolerance levels to tell us how long we can expect this program to quiet things down, we can give Charlie a deadline to crack his differential factor, or it's the ax for Charlie." He chuckled to himself, and paced the room in an overflow of nervous energy. "I can see it now. seeing what the Grdznth are giving us, they'll welcome them with open arms." "Hmmm," said Pete. "Well, why won't they? The people just didn't trust us, that was all. What does the man in the street know about transmatters? Nothing. But give him one, and then try to take it "Sure, sure," said Pete. "It sounds great. Just a little bit "Not crazy. Just getting nervous." Pete jammed his hands into his pockets. "Do you realize where we're "Pete, Charlie can't just—" "That's right," said Pete. " are giving us."

<question>:
Which of the following best describes Pete?

<options>:
A Anxious
B Bold
C Tired
D Confident

<answer>:

D