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

<passage>:
And still the machines sputtered. Back at the plant rumor had it that the machines were permanently gutted, and that the plant could never go back into production. Conflicting scuttlebutt suggested that persons high in uniondom had perpetrated the crisis deliberately, bullying Management into the strike for the sole purpose of cutting current dividends and selling stock to themselves cheaply. The rumors grew easier and easier to believe. The workers came the semi-annual dividend checks. And now the dividends were tottering. Production lines slowed. There were daily brawls on the plant floor, in the lounge and locker rooms. Workers began joking about the trash cans making progress. Tell them Management is beginning to weaken from its original stand. Tell them we expect to have the strike broken in another few hours. Tell them anything." miserably, waving his fat paws in the air as he paced back and forth in front of the spokesmen for the striking managers. "The board meeting," Walter said gently. "That'll be enough for us." The union boss swore and slammed his fist on the desk. "Walk out in front of those men after what you've done? You're fools! Well, I've given you your chance. You'll get your board offers. They were rejected with scorn. These thieves have one desire in mind, my friends, to starve you all, and to destroy "What have you been doing lately? Sabotaging the production line?" "What's the trouble now?" your company and your jobs. To every appeal they heartlessly burst to his feet. "It's a trick!" he howled. "Wait 'til you hear their price." TITANIUM WORKERS OF AMERICA Amalgamated Locals Look at them! Sales at rock bottom. Receipts impossible. Big orders canceled. The worst reports in seven years, and you say you know your job!" they come in when they please, and leave when they please, and spend half their time changing and the other half on Koffee-Kup. No company could survive this. But that's only we had to cancel them. If you had let me manage the company the way it should have been run—" Torkleson had been slowly turning purple. Now he slammed his fist down on the desk. "We should just turn the company men want their dividends. They own the stock, stock is supposed "But they're cutting their own throats," Walter wailed. come in. That's your job. My job is to report a dividend every six months to the men who own the stock, the men working on the production lines." that paper on the first of next month, you are out of a job, on grounds of incompetence. And I will personally see that management. No chance, ever, to join a union. No more house, no more weekly pay envelope. He spread his hands and battled, and pleaded, and lost. He had watched the company deteriorate day by day. Now they blamed him, and threatened his job, and he was helpless to do anything about it. It was a repugnant idea. But there was one thing they could do that even Torkleson and his fat-jowled crew would understand. They could go on strike. "It's ridiculous," the lawyer spluttered, staring at the circle been a case of a company's management striking against its own labor. It—it isn't done. Oh, there have been lockouts, but this isn't the same thing at all." Walter nodded. "Well, we couldn't very well lock the men Union Stockholders. All he'd need to do is ask for managers, and a dozen companies would throw them to him on loan. They'd be able to figure out the machine system and take over without losing a day." "Not quite." Walter was grinning. "That's why I spoke of a lock-in. Before we leave, we throw the machines into feedback, every one of them. Lock them into reverberating circuits with a code sequence key. Then all they'll do is buzz and sputter until the feedback is broken with the key. And the key is If they won't do it, they won't get another Titanium product off their production lines for the rest of the year, and their dividends will really take a nosedive." right. Tomorrow we work as usual, until the noon whistle. When we go off for lunch, we throw the machines into lock-step. Then we just don't come back. But the big thing is to The news hit the afternoon telecasts the following day. Headlines screamed: MANAGEMENT SABOTAGES ROBLING MACHINES OFFICE STRIKERS THREATEN LABOR ECONOMY ROBLING LOCK-IN CREATES PANDEMONIUM There was a long, indignant statement from Daniel P. American Steel, expressed "shock and regret" the Amalgamated Buttonhole Makers held a mass meeting in protest, demanding would undoubtedly be repercussions—many industries were having managerial troubles surprise. Step by step, through the years, economists had been watching with wary eyes the growing movement toward union, control of industry. Even as far back as the '40's and '50's unions, finding themselves oppressed with the administration of growing sums of money—pension funds, welfare funds, medical insurance funds, accruing union dues—had begun investing At first it had been a quiet movement. One by one the smaller firms had tottered, bled drier and drier by increasing production costs, increasing labor demands, and an ever-dwindling margin of profit. One by one they had seen their stocks tottering as they faced bankruptcy, only to be gobbled spent a long evening with beer and cigars in a hotel room, and floated the loan that threw steel to the unions. Oil had followed with hardly a fight, and as the unions began to feel their oats, the changes grew more radical. gradual undercutting of the managerial salaries, the tightening up of inter-union collusion to establish the infamous White list of Recalcitrant Managers. The shift from hourly wage to annual salary for the factory workers, and the change to the malignancy, the hungry howling of the union bosses for more and higher dividends, year after year, moving steadily toward the inevitable crisis. in circles. The circuits are locked. They just reverberate." "Then call American Electronics. Have them send down an expert crew." "Wait until I get O'Gilvy on the phone." "It won't do any good, sir. They've got their own management troubles. They're scared silly of a sympathy strike." meeting right now, have to get the workers quieted down a bit. You put the program through, and give those electronics men three more hours to unsnarl this knot, or we throw them But the machines continued to buzz and sputter. The workers grew restive. From the first day, Towne and Hendricks and all the others had been picketing the plant, until angry crowds of workers had driven them off with shotguns. The third day, Jeff Bates was served with an injunction ordering Towne to return to work. It was duly appealed, legal machinery began tying itself in knots, and the strikers still struck. By the fifth day there was a more serious note. "You're going to have to appear, Walter. We can't dodge this one." "When?" "Tomorrow morning. And before a labor-rigged judge, too." The little lawyer paced his office nervously. "I don't like it. Torkleson's getting desperate. The workers are putting pressure on him." the bench. Walter closed his eyes with a little smile as the charges were read: "—breach of contract, malicious mischief, sabotage of the company's machines, conspiring to destroy the livelihood of ten thousand workers. Your Honor, we are preparing briefs to prove further that these men have formed a conspiracy to undermine the economy of the entire nation.

<question>:
Why are the workers "cutting their own throats"?

<options>:
A The workers agree to work for less money.
B They decide to only make trash cans and become bored.
C The workers own the stock of the company. They will lose money if the company doesn't make a profit.
D They go on strike and jeopardize their jobs.

<answer>:

C