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

<passage>:
The Aga Kaga wanted peace—a piece of everything in sight! [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from with in the usual way—assuming any action is necessary." positive of making my point." "Eh?" Corps, and not to take matters into their own hands." representative is merely to ... what shall I say...?" it embodies certain realities of Galactic politics. The Corps must concern itself with matters of broad policy." foothold against Neo-Concordiatist elements was deemed desirable. Now "Surely there's land enough on the world to afford space to both groups," the Under-Secretary said. "A spirit of co-operation—" The Corps didn't like the idea. They wanted to see an undisputed "The exigencies of diplomacy require a flexible policy—" "I want a firm assurance of Corps support to take back to Flamme," diplomatic triple-speak. They just want to hold onto the homes they've made out of a wasteland." "I'm warning you, Retief!" the Under-Secretary snapped, leaning forward, wattles quivering. "Corps policy with regard to Flamme do. That's final." apparent violation of technicalities...." "Don't bother," Retief said. "I have a draft all ready to go." "But how—?" "I had a feeling I'd get paper instead of action," Retief said. "I thought I'd save a little time all around." "At times, your cynicism borders on impudence." "At other times, it borders on disgust. Now, if you'll run the Note through for signature, I'll try to catch the six o'clock shuttle." "Leaving so soon? There's an important reception tonight. Some of our in the diplomatic give-and-take." "Not that natural geological processes wouldn't have produced the same results, given a couple of hundred million years." "Don't belabor the point," the Boyar Chef d'Regime said. "Since we seem to be on the verge of losing it." upwind at that." "Say, if that's the same barley you distill your whiskey from, I'd call that a first-class atrocity." "Those goat-herders aren't all they seem. They've got a first-class modern navy." "I've seen 'em. They camp in goat-skin tents, gallop around on factory that turns out those long flowing bullet-proof robes you mention. The animals are just for show. Back home they use helis and ground cars of the most modern design." The Chef d'Regime chewed his cigar. "Why the masquerade?" even been delivered yet. Who knows? We may get surprising results." "If you expect me to supply a runner for the purpose, you're out of luck. From what I hear, he's likely to come back with his ears stuffed I don't want to see you operated on with the same knives they use to skin out the goats." strains of bacteria here to break down the formations into soil, and we followed up with a program of broad-spectrum fertilization. We planned to put the whole area into crops by next year. Now it looks like the goats will get it." with the rest." "I'll murder 'em!" never grow less." The leader of the three, a hawk-faced man with a heavy beard, for a free man, a hint is enough." "Just a routine exchange of bluffs," Retief said. "Now when we get there, remember to make your flattery sound like insults and your insults sound like flattery, and you'll be all right." Duror, Chef d'Regime of the Planetary government." "Planetary government?" The Aga Kaga spat grape seeds on the rug. "My grapes. "Modest ignorance is better than boastful knowledge," the Aga Kaga platitudes. How do you remember them all?" "Diplomats and other liars require good memories," said Retief. "But as you point out, small wisdom to small minds. I'm here to effect a settlement of certain differences between yourself and the planetary authorities. I have here a Note, which I'm conveying on behalf of the "The Under-Secretary for Sector Affairs presents his compliments to his Excellency, the Aga Kaga of the Aga Kaga, Primary Potentate, Hereditary Sheik, Emir of the—" "Yes, yes. Skip the titles." "Well, I've been expecting a call. After all, it's what you gentlemen are paid for. Cheers." "Your Excellency has a lucid way of putting things," Retief said. "Call me Stanley," the Aga Kaga said. "The other routine is just to please some of the old fools—I mean the more conservative members of my government. They're still gnawing their beards and kicking themselves because their ancestors dropped science in favor of alchemy and got themselves stranded in a cultural dead end. This charade is supposed to prove they were right all along. However, I've no time to waste in neurotic compensations. I have places to go and deeds to accomplish." letting women wait on you, while your betters are out doing an honest day's work." as big as your thumb." He popped a grape into his mouth. "As for the rest, your pious views about the virtues of hard labor are as childish as my advisors' faith in the advantages of primitive plumbing. As for myself, I am a realist. If two monkeys want the same banana, in the end one will have it, and the other will cry morality. The days of my years are numbered, praise be to God. While they last, I hope to eat well, hunt well, fight well and take my share of pleasure. I leave to others the arid satisfactions of self-denial and other perversions." the damnedest piece of bare-faced aggression—" "Ah, ah!" The Aga Kaga held up a hand. "Watch your vocabulary, my dear sir. I'm sure that 'justifiable yearnings for territorial self-realization' would be more appropriate to the situation. Or possibly 'legitimate aspirations, for self-determination of formerly exploited peoples' might fit the case. Aggression is, by definition, an activity carried on only by those who have inherited the mantle of Colonial Imperialism." "Imperialism! Why, you Aga Kagans have been the most notorious planet-grabbers in Sector history, you—you—" lightly as a moral duty others are dubbed imperialist merely for holding onto their own. Unfair, you say. But that's life, my friends. And I shall continue to take every advantage of it." "Excellent color, don't you agree?" He turned his eyes on Georges. "It's pointless to resist," he said. "We have you outgunned and outmanned. Your small nation has no chance against us. But we're not immediately require until such time as you're able to make other arrangements." noises, but it will accept the fait accompli . You, my dear sir, are but a very small nibble. We won't make the mistake of excessive greed. We shall inch our way to empire—and those who stand in our way shall be dubbed warmongers." "I see you're quite a student of history, Stanley," Retief said. "I wonder if you recall the eventual fate of most of the would-be empire nibblers of the past?" "Ah, but they grew incautious. They went too far, too fast." he has in mind!" "An ancient and honorable custom, from the time of Mein Kampf and the Communist Manifesto through the Stalin was at the mercy of the primitive atomics of the west in 1946 Leung was grossly over-extended leaving the spoils for local political opportunists and mob leaders, "You're basing your plan of action on the certainty that the Corps will sit by, wringing its hands, while you embark on a career of planetary piracy." "Isn't it the custom?" the Aga Kaga smiled complacently.

<question>:
Which is the best adjective to describe the Corp's approach to governance of the planet?

<options>:
A Erratic
B Aggressive
C Bureaucratic
D Efficient

<answer>:

C