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

<passage>:
up a fat buff envelope. "A pity they didn't see fit to order the Terrestrial settlers out weeks ago, as I suggested. Now it is too late. I'm expected to produce a miracle—a rapprochement between Terrestrial and Adoban and a division of territory. It's idiotic. However, failure would look very bad in my record, so I shall expect results." He passed the buff envelope across to Retief. "Okay! You're so dead set on gettin' killed, you take the skiff. I'll dropped away, followed by heavy buffeting in the backwash from the Retief felt sweat pop out on his forehead. The red blip meant heavy radiation from a warhead. Somebody was playing around with an outlawed oncoming bomb. Crushed back in the padded seat, he watched the screen, shocks, a final bone-shaking concussion, then stillness, broken by the out sparks in his lap, groped underfoot for the hatch and wrenched it "Maybe I'll look better after a shave," said Retief. "What's the idea expect—" "Hey, you must be Lemuel's cousin. Good night! I pretty near made a bad Retief looked down at the charred, torn and sweat-soaked powder-blue And, look. Don't say anything to Lemuel about me thinking you were a out for revenge." Potter? Got four." can't afford it. The colony's got less than three hundred able-bodied men." "But we're hanging onto our farms," said Potter. "All these oases are "We heard they were sending some kind of bureaucrat in here to tell us to get out and give the oases to the Flap-jacks," said Swazey. He "Lemuel!" Potter said. "Nobody else could sneak up on us like that." "Who's that?" "What do ya mean?" Potter spoke in the silence. "He's your cousin...." A short-nosed automatic appeared in Lemuel's hand, a clashing note Lemuel stared at Retief. "You givin' me orders...?" "What's the idea...?" Flap-jack—a yard square, three inches thick at the center and all It scrabbled with prehensile fringe-tentacles for a grip on Retief's Flap-jacks. He sat down and eased the weight of his captive off his looming up almost to his own six-three. It looked like the Flap-jacks "Prisoners? But we have no prisoners." "The word of a gentleman is sufficient." Retief released the alien. It Retief turned. An immense Flap-jack, hung with crimson trappings, avoid it." "Avoid it?" Retief heard a low humming coming from the speaker in the silence. "Well, let us dine," the mighty Flap-jack said at last. "We can resolve these matters later. I am called Hoshick of the Mosaic of the Two Dawns." "I'm Retief." Hoshick waited expectantly, "... of the Mountain of Red "Take place, Retief," said Hoshick. "I hope you won't find our rude communed silently with Hoshick. "Pray forgive our lack of translating "I trust you'll find these dishes palatable," said Hoshick. "Our said Hoshick. "I confess at first we took you for an indigenous raised a tube, manipulating it deftly with his fringe tentacles. Retief "Of course," Hoshick continued, "as soon as we realized that you were contest of limited scope. No nuclear or radiation-effect weapons. Such a bore, screening the spawn for deviations. Though I confess we've come captive, for example. Simple-minded, of course, but a fantastically "Delicious," said Retief. "I wonder. Have you considered eliminating A scratchy sound issued from the disk. "Pardon my laughter," Hoshick "Still, now that we have commenced so merrily with weapons...." Hoshick point it out." Hoshick clucked in dismay. "I see that skirmishforms are a serious problem with regard to skirmishforms. A low birth rate. Therefore we've reluctantly taken to substitutes for the mass actions so dear to the heart of the sportsman. We've attempted to put an end to these contests altogether...." Hoshick coughed explosively, sending a spray of wine into the air. "What are you saying?" he gasped. "Are you proposing that Hoshick of the Mosaic of the Two Dawns abandon honor....?" "Sir!" said Retief sternly. "You forget yourself. I, Retief of the Red Tape Mountain, make an alternate proposal more in keeping with the "New?" cried Hoshick. "My dear Retief, what a pleasant surprise! I'm enthralled with novel modes. One gets so out of touch. Do elaborate." "It's quite simple, really. Each side selects a representative and the two individuals settle the issue between them." "I ... um ... fear I don't understand. What possible significance could one attach to the activities of a couple of random skirmishforms?" "You don't mean...?" rearing up before him, his trappings gone. A silent rank of Flap-jack "I fear I must lay aside the translator now, Retief," said Hoshick. He sighed and rippled his fringe tentacles. "My spawn-fellows will endo-skeletons I fear I shall be at a disadvantage." "Of course," Retief said, "if you'd prefer a more plebeian type of contest...." "By no means. But perhaps we could rule out tentacle-twisting, just to even it." With a rush Hoshick threw himself at Retief, who ducked, whirled, and leaped on the Flap-jack's back ... and felt himself flipped clear by as Hoshick turned on him hay-maker to Hoshick's mid-section. The alien whipped his left fringe onto his back ... and Hoshick's weight struck him. Hoshick nestled closer. He groped, felt tough hide set with horny granules. He would be missing The Flap-jack recoiled. Retief held fast, probed deeper, groping with top of him, still gouging. Hoshick rippled his fringe wildly, flopped Hoshick humped himself over onto his ventral side, lifted and moved one's sportsmanship places on one at times." "Great sport, wasn't it?" said Retief. "Now, I know you'll be eager to continue. If you'll just wait while I run back and fetch some of our "May hide-ticks devour the gougerforms!" Hoshick bellowed. "You've "Enough!" Hoshick roared, so loudly that the translator bounced on his plan my own Mosaic, till these alien sands and bring forth such a crop of paradise-lichen as should glut the markets of a hundred worlds. But my spirit is not equal to the prospect of biterforms and gougerforms without end. I am shamed before you...." "To tell you the truth, I'm old-fashioned myself. I'd rather watch the one who's really in the know would think of engaging in competition by mere combat if there were any other way. Now, you mentioned tilling the "That on which we dined but now," said Hoshick, "and from which the wine is made." "The big news in fashionable diplomacy today is farming competition. Now, if you'd like to take these deserts and raise lichen, we'll Hoshick curled his back in attention. "Retief, you're quite serious? "The whole works, Hoshick. I'll take the oases." Hoshick rippled his fringes ecstatically. "Once again you have outdone me, Retief," he cried. "This time, in generosity." "We'll talk over the details later. I'm sure we can establish a set of

<question>:
What did Hoshick want?

<options>:
A To take over the oases
B To be a farmer
C To go into battle against the humans
D To have a plebian contest

<answer>:

B