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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"Erase his memory, give him a new name and feed him more patriotism. Very simple." Medvedev raised his hand threateningly. "Don't come howling to me if everybody guesses he is nothing but a robot." may be armed, so be careful." The lieutenant stared. "Shall we kill him?" Dentist Amigovitch soldiers to keep visitors out. From an open window Pashkov heard the clicking of a typewriter. "It's when they're not like robots that everybody suspects them," he said, climbing into his flier. "Petchareff will send you word when to announce his 'death'." "A question, brother." "No questions." come from a deep well. "Excuse the poor welcome, but I understand we have little time. You scared my valet he thought you were Gospodin Pashkov." "Don't try to fool me , you confidence man. You are coming in?" his way." "Darling, why so cruel? Anastina is one of our contacts. Besides, she's cross-eyed and buck-toothed." "Beast!" She switched him to Petchareff. "What's been keeping you, Pashkov?" again. He looks like you now." Pashkov grunted. "I'll never understand," said Petchareff, "why all top secret agents Zubov leaped out next, his big front tooth flashing. Then his two assistants, Petya and Kolya, tumbled out in their coats and hats. Last roared. He snapped an order to the lieutenants of guards, and the guards surrounded the house. "Mister Knackenpast, when you see your way clear to my flier, run for it. But get back into your robot costume." "I can't operate the machine." this week. You made it plain, I hope, we want no repetition of A terrible howl came from Zubov. Petya and Kolya, imitating Petchareff's efforts to revive their master, were battering Zubov's face with their slouched hats. is trying to say something!" "He's moving!" Petya kicked Zubov and looked up for approval, his hair "Send him in." A small man hurried into the room. He had a narrow face and the mustache of a mouse and a mousy nose, but his eyes were big rabbit standing up like spikes. Petchareff slapped Kolya's face and crushed the glowing end of his "Capitalist hell and damnation, now I can't tell them apart myself," At the same moment Boris Knackenpast ran from the house to the flier, his robot gear clattering like Don Quixote's armor. The guards scattered and dove for cover. "Try and split the allies," Pashkov muttered, reading the legend on the "His team is more agile. On your way." does brigade. "Monster!" She seized him by the collar. "Is Anastina dangerous?" "Darling!" "Bitter sweetness!" she howled, dropping him. "Go, love. Make me look like Colonel James to me." "But if you're mistaken?" Medvedev put in nervously. clacked. "Tree floors down. Aer yu Amerikan?" "Brazil." "... . By seven o'clock tonight, "But how can I trust you? I like you boys, I know you like me, but business is business. I gotta give something to my jobber, don't I?" "Gringo!" At that moment Pashkov knocked on the door. From within: "Shh! on a skull, the dragging of a beefy body into a closet, and the slam of the closet door. " " " importantes. " The door opened a crack and two dark eyes in a young bearded face revolver. "No gun-play, caballeros," Pashkov went on in Spanish. "We are in the Salvation Army charity house, not in a two-peso thriller. Besides, I deliver before I ask payment." "Deliver what, senor?" grain. How much can you deliver?" "Two thousand rounds." "Not much." lysergic acid diethylamide." "You have that? You have LSD-25?" address. "Why not? Help retire Latin-American dictators to Siberia. More gold in Siberia than in Las Vegas." "Hyi, hyi, that is funny. You come again." "Always depleted, always replenished." "Most popular. What else?" "Fine. And a small can of sentimental caviar." "Too risky." "Alive." Zubov pulled a long face. "Dead-or-alive would be easier, Gospodin Pashkov. Fast, clean job." Pashkov squinted at Zubov's crossed eyes. "Have you had your eyes "Two." At that moment the door opened and Zubov's kidnaping team lumbered in. They were a couple of big apes dressed in blue canvas shoes, red trousers, yellow jackets, white silk scarves, sport caps and sun glasses. "What are you doing here?" cried Zubov. "Why aren't you observing the hospital?" "Dhh, you said to report ... um ... if something happened," the first "Well?" Kolya. No, this is Kolya and this one is Petya." "Twins?" "Not exactly. Same genetic experiment. Good lads. Stand straight, after. yawning. "How kind of you to visit me. Do sit down." Not only was his Russian good his voice was a good imitation of Pashkov's voice. "Not physically. But imagine my psychological condition. When I look in the mirror—" The colonel shuddered. "I hope your sacrifice won't be permanent?" Pashkov said. "That would be too much. How is my Russian? The truth, now." "Excellent. Put up your gun, Zubov. Colonel James and I don't get to "And that is?" "Delicate, very delicate. I must report to the Palace this morning." "Shall I kidnap him now?" Zubov interrupted, puffing conceitedly on his "Mind your language, Zubov. May I ask, Colonel—do you want me to think I am falling into a trap?" "No, no, my friend. I am only doing my best not to show my surprise at "Hold your claws, Zubov lad," Pashkov said. "You have got the wrong man, can't you see? That "Eh?" "Use your eyes, blockhead. I am Pashkov." this!" Zubov dropped him, pulled his gun and backed off into a corner. "How can I tell you two apart just by looking!" he cried hysterically. "I'm windy. London stock market caves in, race riots in South Africa, famine in India, earthquake in Japan, floods in the United States, general "Oh, you and your secrets!" at him, then smiled nervously. "They are waiting for you in the Gustavus room, Colonel." "Colonel? Do I still look like Colonel James?" "You've changed completely, sir. If I didn't know, I would swear you were the notorious Gospodin Pashkov." "I thought," said Pashkov, "that Gospodin Pashkov's face has a more brutal look." "Propaganda," said the artist. But he came closer and looked at suspected. It would be amusing to tell robotist Medvedev about it. "Delicate, very delicate," Pashkov said. "Everything depends on my not running into Gospodin Pashkov." have an ally in the enemy camp. The robotist, Medvedev, is expecting you at Knackenpast's villa." "Bad show," M. Fanti said suddenly. "No good. His left cheekbone is at as I am. Indeed, my plans call for immediate departure." slur them like that? And I beg you, if you value your life, do not fail to watch your fricatives." "They say they've been framed by a fat little Russian. But it's transparent, a clumsy job. Imagine, they left a stolen car in the

<question>:
Which of the following best describes the tone of this story?

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A Serious
B Romantic
C Comedic
D Scary

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C