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

<passage>:
"Gentlemen, are any of you familiar with a race known as the Qornt?" trussing Qorn up for me." "But we must select a leader!" "That won't be necessary, boys. I'm your new leader." "What good would that do? Qornt are Qornt. It seems there's always one "Frankly, I wouldn't call it conciliatory," Magnan said. "We have been served, gentlemen, with nothing less than an Ultimatum!" "Well, we'll soon straighten these fellows out—" the Military Attache began. Nitworth tapped the paper with a finger. "Why not do it another way?" Magnan offered. "Now, I'd like to suggest community singing—" "If we gave up fighting, we might live too long. Then what would happen?" The Military Attache blinked. "That's absurd," he said flatly. Nitworth slapped the table. The Military Attache pulled at his lower lip. "In that case, we can't try conclusions with these fellows until we have an indetectible drive warmongers like Qorn?" "Very likely. 'The milder the Verpp, the wilder the Qorn,' as the old "What do Qornt turn into?" Retief asked. well rounded and decisive course for meeting this threat. Any recommendation?" The Political Officer placed his fingertips together. "What about a stiff Note demanding an extra week's time?" "No! No begging," the Economic Officer objected. "I'd say a calm, dignified, aggressive withdrawal—as soon as possible." "We don't want to give them the idea we spook easily," the Military Attache said. "Let's delay the withdrawal—say, until tomorrow." Qornt "Early tomorrow," Magnan said. "Or maybe later today." "Well, I see you're of a mind with me," Nitworth nodded. "Our plan of "Only a dead Qornt stays home when Attack day comes. And even if he orders us all to cut our own throats, there are still the other Centers—all with their own leaders. No, gentlemen, the Invasion is definitely on." we have to satisfy our drive to action." "But Mr. Retief is your leader now. He won't let you!" The smaller of the two captive Qornt ran long, slender fingers over "Only Zubb and myself." "Aren't you a Qornt?" "Why, the Qornt are argumentive, boastful, lacking in appreciation had established a settlement there, but I confess I pay little note to such matters." "We're wasting time, Retief," Magnan said. "We must truss these chaps up, hurry back to the boat and make our escape. You heard what they said." "You mean that there are only fifteen or twenty individual Qornt in Zubb moaned and stirred. He sat up slowly, rubbing his head. He spoke to his companion in a shrill alien clatter of consonants. "What did he say?" mating—such a tedious business—and of course the Qornt are tied up of you." "Do you mean to say," Magnan demanded, "that these ferocious Qornt, who have issued an ultimatum to the Corps Diplomatique Terrestrienne—who puffed, trotting at Retief's side. "These fellows Zubb and Slun—Oh, "Nonsense, Slun!" Zubb pushed forward. "I'll escort our guests to Qornt plotting mischief." "Threaten them with violence, Mr Magnan. They're scared of you." "Come along, please," Zubb called. "Another ten minutes' walk—" "Come softly, now." Zubb beckoned, moving toward a bend in the the magnificently draped, belted, feathered and jeweled Qornt carried "Ah, a moment," Zubb said. "Observe the Qornt—the tallest of the "Certainly. What other kind would the Qornt bother with?" They mount a variety of weapons. The Qornt are fond of that sort of "And now an interview with the Qorn himself," Zubb shrilled. "If you'll "I suspected you had hidden qualities, Zubb," Retief commented. "By no means," Zubb whistled. "I much prefer to observe the frenzy "Stop scaring him, Mr. Magnan. He may get nervous and shoot." Retief stepped into the banquet hall, headed for the resplendent figure at the head of the table. A trio of flute-players broke off in mid-bleat, Qorn turned as Retief came up, blinking three-inch eyes. Zubb stepped A compromise? Negotiations? Peace?" He slammed a bony hand against the table. "The answer is no Zubb twittered. Qorn cocked an eye, motioned to a servant. "Chain that "Stay back!" Qorn hooted. "Stand over there where I can keep an eye on "Not here, you're not!" Qorn trumpeted. "Want peace, do you? Well, I don't want peace! I've had a surfeit of peace these last two centuries! I want action! Loot! Adventure! Glory!" He turned to look down the table. "How about it, fellows? It's war to the knife, eh?" There was a momentary silence from all sides. "Oh, sure, Qorn." eyes. "Silence!" Qorn hooted. "No use your talking to my loyal lieutenants anyway," he added. "They do whatever I convince them they ought to do." "But I'm sure that on more mature consideration—" "I can lick any Qornt in the house." Qorn said. "That's why I'm Qorn." "Now," Qorn said, lolling back in his chair, glass in hand. "There's a bit of sport to be had here, lads. What shall we do with them?" "Let them go," the blue and flame Qornt said glumly. "You can do better than that," Qorn hooted. "Now here's a suggestion: reasonable scrap," Qorn said judiciously. "I have a feeling that they're thinking of giving up without a struggle." "Oh, I doubt that," the blue-and-flame Qornt said. "Why should they?" Qorn rolled an eye at Retief and another at Magnan. "Take these two," he hooted. "I'll wager they came here to negotiate a surrender!" "Well," Magnan started. "Hold it, Mr. Magnan," Retief said. "I'll tell him." "What's your proposal?" Qorn whistled, taking a gulp from his goblet. "A fifty-fifty split? Monetary reparations? Alternate territory? I can to fight." "I'm afraid you've gotten the wrong impression, your Excellency," Retief said blandly. "We didn't come to negotiate. We came to deliver an Ultimatum." "What?" Qorn trumpeted. Behind Retief, Magnan spluttered. "We plan to use this planet for target practice," Retief said. "A new Qornt Hall—uninvited, at that—and in chains—" Zubb screeched, waved the guns. The Qornt were jabbering. he honked. "Evacuate, hell! I can field eighty-five combat-ready ships!" "And we can englobe every one of them with a thousand Peace Enforcers with a hundred megatons/second firepower each." "That's all right. They don't have one." "But—" "Hogwash," the flame-and-blue Qorn cut in. "If it wasn't for you, Qorn, Retief watched as Qorn's aides helped him out of his formal trappings. arms. Qorn stalked forward, long lean legs bent, long horny feet Zubb stepped forward, pistols ready. Magnan stepped before him.

<question>:
Why did Zubb want the men to go visit the Qornt?

<options>:
A He wanted to report their crimes against him
B He thought they would be ignored
C He wanted the men to be honored guests
D He wanted them to negotiate a surrender

<answer>:

A