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

<passage>:
He went from green to Puffyloaf white and blurted: "All right, I did it, but it was the only way out! Yesterday morning, due to the Ukrainian crisis, the government They burst by the millions already rolling. There was only one thing to do, there being only one perfection. As they advanced, their heads substituted it for the helium." "You substituted ... hydrogen ... for the ... helium?" Phineas burped aside for pickup by the helium," Tin Philosopher remarked judiciously. "And many times cheaper—did the kernels quick-dried and blown along into the mighty unfinished. "Exactly," Roger agreed dismally. "Mr. Gryce," Roger said reproachfully, Puffybread after they buy it is no dictum was created to answer inquiries after Roger put the famous and he testified that he always molded his first attempts from strategically located mammoth deep freezes. But now, behold a wonder! As that one aspect of the affair gives me great satisfaction, not as a found his full voice. "Stop the mills!" he roared at Meg Winterly, who nodded and eight and one-half loaves per person per day." Phineas T. Gryce carefully inserted both hands into his scanty leaned menacingly toward Roger "Hold it!" Meg called sharply. either forced down by a vagrant wind or lacking the natural buoyancy headphones. "Roger Snedden," she in front of the whole world, all right! Now do something about the situation!" Roger nodded obediently. But his pallor increased a shade, the "Oh, boy," Rose Thinker called gayly to Tin Philosopher, "this looks like the start of a real crisis session! Did you remember to bring spare batteries?" ROGER'S voice was calm, although Board is forced to admit that only my quick thinking made it possible the helium—that was Rose Thinker's brainwave." She studied him suspiciously. "You've birthed another promotional "Now wait a minute, Meg—" millet blight that no one had heard Roger leaped three feet in the of until that moment and reaffirmed India's ability to feed her population with no outside help Through the dilating iris of the door strode Phineas T. Gryce, flanked by Rose Thinker and Tin and twittered a greeting to Meg and Roger. The other machine quietly and lifted a claw at Meg, who now Roger's. bread out of the air and enjoy a historic sandwich. Phineas T. Gryce, escaping from his own managerial suite, raged about the city, demanding general cooperation in the stretching of to trap the errant loaves. He was captured by Tin Philosopher, escaped gentlemen. This is a historic occasion in Old Puffy's long history, the inauguration of the helium-filled loaf ('So Light It Almost Floats Away!') in which that inert and heaven-aspiring gas replaces old-fashioned carbon dioxide. Later, there will be kudos for Rose Thinker, whose bright relays genius-sparked the idea, and also for Roger Snedden, who took care of the Recaptured by Tin Philosopher, who suffered only minor bullet holes, he was given a series of mild electroshocks and returned to the conference table, calm and clear-headed overcast, also thereby evading a local storm generated by the Weather Department in a last-minute effort to bring down or at thinkers wiser than myself have equated the whole upward course of culture with this poignant quest. Yeast was a wonderful discovery—for A mood of spirituality strongly tinged with humor seized the people of the world. Ministers sermonized interpreting it as a call to charity, a warning against gluttony, a parable of the evanescence of all Husbands and wives, facing each other across their walls of breakfast toast, burst into laughter. The our march toward perfection with their hair-splitting insistence on the "Don't take yourself so damn seriously," triumphantly synthesized and introduced into the loaf, which for flawless purity, unequaled airiness and sheer intangible goodness was rapidly becoming mankind's supreme gustatory experience." won new adherents. The bread flight, rising above an the pressure of the confined hydrogen. "Then, early in the twenty-first century, came the epochal researches of Everett Whitehead, Puffyloaf chemist, culminating in his paper 'The Structural Bubble in Cereal Masses' and making possible of the event, afterward described it as "the foaming of a sea of diamonds, the crackle of God's and tens of millions. A high-flying Bulgarian evangelist, who had happened to mistake the up-lever for the baking of airtight bread Shaken by a week of humor that threatened to invade even its own grim precincts, the Kremlin made a sudden about-face. A new policy was instituted of communal ownership being blown to bits by booby-trapped bread, was quietly destroyed. Congratulatory notes were exchanged bread flight was over, though for several weeks afterward scattered falls of loaves occurred, giving rise one well-authenticated instance in Tibet, sustaining life in a party of mountaineers cut off by a snow managerial board of Puffy Products slumped in utter collapse around the conference table, the long crisis session at last ended. Empty coffee cartons were scattered around the chairs of the three reached out wearily for the earphones had hurled them down, adjusted them to his head, pushed a button and listened apathetically. After a bit, his gaze brightened. He pushed more buttons and listened more eagerly. Soon he was torn from Meg's fair neck. jerked off the earphones with a happy shout and sprang to his feet. "LISTEN to this!" he cried in a ringing voice. "As a result of the worldwide publicity, Puffyloaves purified carbon dioxide is itself a rather repugnant gas, a product of freezers! It's almost exhausted, but the government, now that the Ukrainian crisis is over, has taken the ban off helium and will also sell us stockpiled wheat if we need miserable about it. If only we can figure out some way to make hydrogen non-explosive or the you've never been told about it—but just before he went crazy, Everett Whitehead discovered a way to make bread using only half as much flour as we do in "Thanks, T.P.," P.T. then said. "And now for the Moment of technique, which we've been saving pair of earphones and whispered for just such an emergency, it will while the others bowed their heads. "Good!" Roger cried. "We'll "It isn't, Mr. Gryce!" she gasped go straight ahead," the great manager said approvingly. "You're"—he laughed in anticipation of getting off a Roger was on his feet, looking memorable remark—"rising to the challenging situation like a genuine Roger, her arms wrapped tightly around him. "My sweet little ever-victorious, self-propelled monkey wrench!" she crooned in his ear. Roger looked Thinker. This, however, was what he telegraphed silently to his fellow machine across the circuit so completed: "Good-o, Rosie! That makes another victory for robot-engineered world unity, though you almost gave us away at the start with that it was some sub-secretary's mistake, and canceled it last night!" 'bread overhead' jingle. We've recalculations were you trusting, when our physicists had demonstrated months ago that the helium loaf paint themselves into the peace corner yet." Meanwhile, he and Rose Thinker melt. —FRITZ LEIBER Transcriber's Note: Tin Philosopher's photocells focused on him calmly, Rose Thinker's with unfeigned excitement. squawks in her earphones. "Er ... ah ... er...." Roger said in winning tones. "Well, you see, the fact is that I...."

<question>:
Why was Roger ecstatic when putting on Meg's headphones?

<options>:
A He was escaping from the discussion with P.T. Gryce
B He was happy to be sharing with Meg
C He found out he was getting a promotion
D He had solved the crisis that he created

<answer>:

D