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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planet as this was too much. Imagine Fawkes' terrible predicament plenty of food—and sky was his roof, yet he distinctly remembered going to sleep on his bunk aboard the space ship. "You're not dead?" "I've some doubt about that," he replied dryly. He levered himself to had burst open like a ripe watermelon. He was surprised that he had survived at all. He scratched his head. "I was running from Mars to Jupiter with a load of seed for the colonists." "Oh!" said the girl, biting her lips. "Your co-pilot must be in the wreckage." He shook his head. "No," he reassured her. "I left him on Mars. He had an attack of space sickness. I was all by myself that was the "I think so," he said. Jonathan Fawkes fidgeted uncomfortably. He would rather pilot a space wrecked on this asteroid." She reached the ravine, crawled head foremost over the edge. Jonathan tumbled after her. He hit the bottom, uniform of Universal's space pilots, hadn't been designed for walking. "Hold on," he said. He felt in his pockets, withdrew an empty cigarette package, crumpled it and hurled it to the ground. "You got a cigarette?" he asked without much hope. The girl shook her head. "We ran out of tobacco the first few months we were here." Jonathan turned around, started back for the space ship. "Where are you going?" cried Ann in alarm. He said, "I've got a couple of cartons of cigarettes back at the freighter. Centaurs or no centaurs, I'm going to get a smoke." "No!" She clutched his arm. He was surprised at the strength of her grip. "They'd kill you," she said. "I can sneak back," he insisted stubbornly. "They might loot the ship. I don't want to lose those cigarettes. I was hauling some good burley tobacco seed too. The colonists were going to experiment with it on Ganymede." "No!" " He recognized it as a popular song of three years ago. Jonathan had never been so humiliated in his life. He was known in the spaceways from Mercury to Jupiter as a man to leave alone. His nose had "Let him down," said Ann. "We can catch him, anyway, if he makes a break." weight. He thought enviously of the centaurs, free to gallop across the plains. He wished he was a centaur. picked his way gingerly, hugged the rock. "Don't be afraid," advised one of his captors. "Just don't look down." Amazons and centaurs, he thought again. He couldn't get the problem of the girls' phenomenal strength out of his mind. Then it occurred to him that the asteroid, most likely, was smaller even than Earth's moon. He must weigh about a thirtieth of what he usually did, due to the lessened gravity. It also occurred to him that they would be thirty times as strong. He was staggered. He wished he had a smoke. like an unbroken colt when the bit first goes in its mouth. He felt like a mouse hemmed in by a ring of cats. a captive princess. All the confidence engendered by the familiar settings of the space ship went out of him like wind. He, Jonathan Fawkes, was a castaway on an asteroid inhabited by twenty-seven wild women. As the meal boisterously progressed, he regained sufficient courage fishing tomorrow." She winked at him so brazenly that he choked on a bone. "Heaven forbid," he said. "How about coming with me to gather fruit?" cried the green-eyed blonde "you great big handsome man." about some roast?" she said. "No." He pushed back his plate with a sigh. "If I only had a smoke." "It's strewn all over the landscape," he replied sleepily. "Is there any chance of patching it up?" He considered the question. More than anything else, he decided, he wanted to sleep. "What?" he said. "Is there any possibility of repairing your ship?" repeated Billy. "Not outside the space docks." Jonathan dragged himself back from the edge of sleep. "Just tired," he mumbled. "Haven't had a good night's rest since I left Mars." Indeed it was only by the most painful effort that he kept awake at all. His eyelids drooped lower and lower. "First it's tobacco," said Olga "now he wants to sleep. Twenty-seven girls and he wants to sleep." tug. "It's no use," groaned Ann, straightening up and wiping her bright "and I'll make me another pair out of your hides. They set me back a week's salary." Having delivered himself of this ultimatum, he went back to sleep. presumed, gone about their chores: hunting, fishing, gathering fruits and berries. He emerged all the way and set out for the creek. He walked with an exaggerated limp just in case any of them should be hanging around. As long as he was an invalid he was safe, he hoped. He sighed. Not every man could be waited on so solicitously by twenty-seven handsome strapping amazons. He wished he could carry it off in cavalier fashion. He hobbled to the creek, sat down beneath the shade of a tree. He just wasn't the type, he supposed. And it might be years before they were rescued. As a last resort, he supposed, he could hide out in the hills or join the centaurs. He rather fancied himself galloping across the plains with his sleeve. "Suppose the rest should come," he said in an embarrassed voice. "They're busy. They won't be here until I call them to lunch. Your Jonathan never stopped until he was back in the canyon leading to the plain. His nerves were jumping like fleas. He craved the soothing relaxation of a smoke. There was, he remembered, a carton of cigarettes at the wreck. He resumed his flight, but at a more sober pace. At the spot where he and Ann had first crawled away from the centaurs, cursory examination of this asteroid. You had a nasty crack up, Mr. Fawkes. But you are in luck, sir. We were on the point of returning best be getting them aboard." Jonathan's face broke into a grin. He said, "Do any of you know how to grow tobacco?" They glanced at each other in perplexity. "I like it here," continued Jonathan. "I'm not going back." "What?" cried the three explorers in one breath. "I'm going to stay," he repeated. "I only came back here after the cigarettes." "But it will be three years before the asteroid's orbit brings it back in the space lanes," said Doctor Boynton. "You don't possibly expect to be picked up before then!" Jonathan shook his head, began to load himself with tools, tobacco seed, and cigarettes. "Odd." Doctor Boynton shook his head, turned to the others. "Though if wilderness to escape the temptation of women ." Jonathan laughed outright. "You are sure you won't return, young man?" He shook his head. They argued, they cajoled, but Jonathan was adamant. He said, "You might report my accident to Universal. Tell them to stop one of their Jupiter-bound freighters here when the asteroid swings back in the space ways. I'll have a load for them." the castaway, loaded like a pack mule, disappear in the direction from

<question>:
What is the most likely reason that Johnathan decides to stay on the asteroid?

<options>:
A He realizes that his life as a pilot was unfulfilling, and he doesn't want to go back.
B He realizes that he'd rather stay with wild women than travel back with the posh Doctor Boynton.
C He realizes that he wants to stay and enjoy sexual relations with the twenty-seven beautiful women.
D He realizes that if he stays on the asteroid, he won't have to give up the tobacco seeds for experimentation and can grow and enjoy it himself.

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C