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 Monster Maker "Get Gunther," the official orders read. It We'll stage everything on the most colossal raid of the century." of Marnagan capturing Raider's Base. I want a picture of Gunther's face actor are you?" The picture of Marnagan hunched huge over the control-console, wrenching levers, jamming studs with freckled fists. And out in the dark of the fore-part there was space and a star-sprinkling and this was pretentious enough to be Gunther's quarters. picked up and hurled against a lever-bank, and that Marnagan wasn't pushed him into a room where Gunther sat. Hathaway looked at him. "So you're Gunther?" he said, calmly. The pirate was incredibly old, his bulging forehead stood out over sunken, questioningly dark eyes, and his scrawny body was lost in folds of been of the meteor! A sweeter one still of Marnagan beating hell out of the controls and keeping his words to himself until just now. "Everything's over with, Mr. Gunther. The Patrol is in the city now and metal-link cloth. He glanced up from a paper-file, surprised. Before he Gunther sat there, blinking at Hathaway, not moving. His thin hands ?" yelled Marnagan inside his helmet. "Is this where the Big Producer yells CUT!?" "I can't respect your opinion, Mr. Gunther." Marnagan fumed. "I'll die when I'm damned good and ready. And when I'm A shouting rose from the Plaza. About fifty of Gunther's men, lounging started yelling. Gunther turned slowly to the huge window in one side ready I'll inform you and you can picture me profile for Cosmic Films!" Gunther babbled like a child, his voice a shrill dagger in the air. "Get out there, you men! Throw them back! We're outnumbered!" quick crazy, unimportant things. The best scenes in life never reach film, or an audience. Like this one, dammit! Like this one! His from filming it. Everything was too wild, hot and angry. Gunther was throwing a fit, still seated at his desk, unable to move because of his fragile, bony legs and their atrophied state. Gunther raged, and swept a small pistol from his linked corselet. He Then Hathaway took a picture of Gunther slumped at his desk, the chaos whirred. "Low angle shot Interplanetary Patrolman emerges unscathed that film-contraption!" capture that Gunther lad!" mashed and scattered. They were lucky to have escaped. Or was suffocation a better death...? Hathaway went on saying his thoughts: "This is Gunther's work. He's here somewhere, probably laughing his guts out at the job he did us. Oh, God, this would make great news-release stuff if we ever get back to Earth. I.P.'s Irish Marnagan, temporarily indisposed by a pirate whose dirty face has never been seen, Gunther by name, finally wins with except your suspicions about this not being an accident. We got fifty minutes to prove you're right. After that—right or wrong—you'll be Cosmic Films prettiest unmoving, unbreathin' genius. But talk all it. As for me—" he twisted his glossy red face. "Keeping alive is me hobby. And this sort of two-bit death I did not order." Click nodded. "Gunther knows how you'd hate dying this way, Irish. It's irony clean through. That's probably why he planned the meteor and the crash this way." Marnagan said nothing, but his thick lips went down at the corners, far "Are you telling me? It's man-made. Better than that—it's Gunther! No Gunther'd do anything to—did I say horrors. Progeny from Frankenstein's ARK. Immense crimson beasts with numerous legs and gnashing mandibles, brown-black creatures, some tubular and fat, others like thin white poisonous whips slashing along and Gunther and— my capture of Gunther, now the least you can do is record peace for the camera. Marnagan in profile. Marnagan looking grim, without much effort, for the camera. And then, a closeup of the thrashing death up arguing about Gunther. Click came back at him: "Gunther drew us down here, sure as Ceres! That gravity change we felt that proves it. Gunther's short on men. So, dispenses with losing valuable, rare ships and a small bunch of men? It's a good front, this damned iron pebble. From it, Gunther strikes unseen ships simply crash, that's all. A subtle hand, with all aces." Marnagan rumbled. "Where is the dirty son, then!" wounds caused at the crackup. If they survive all that—the animals tend to them. It all looks like Nature was responsible. See how subtle his attack is? Looks like accidental death instead of murder, if the Patrol happens to land and finds us. No reason for undue investigation, then." it out to its full twenty inch length, held it to the light while it developed, smiling. It was one of his best inventions. Self-developing film. The first light struck film-surface, destroyed one chemical, mess! Here—" He elucidated it over and over again to the Patrolman. About the film, monsters! hunk, I couldn't help—Look, now, about Gunther. Those animals are part of his set-up. Explorers who land here inadvertently, are chased back kill them." "Shaw, now. Those animals can't kill." "Think not, Mr. Marnagan? As long as we believed in them they could have frightened us to death, forced us, maybe, to commit suicide. If that isn't being dangerous—" Gunther's Base, fight our way in, and get fresh oxy-cannisters." Click attached his camera to his mid-belt. "Gunther probably thinks we're "Coupled with your damned stubborn attitude about the accident—" Click stopped and felt his insides turning to water. He shook his head and This excitement had me double-breathing and I feel sick." Marnagan's homely face grimaced in sympathy. "Hold tight, Click. The guy that invented these fish-bowls didn't provide for a sick stomach." Think it over and over." Marnagan's hulk stirred uneasily. "And—what if I forget to remember all that? What if I get excited...?" you forget the monsters. Let me handle them, I know how. They might fool you again, you might forget." Marnagan showed his teeth. "Gah! Let a flea have all the fun? And besides, Click, I like to look at them. They're pretty." radio. One of Gunther's guards. gun up now. Oh, so it's you. I thought Gunther had finished you off. and stacked them up to dry, ya louse!" Marnagan said. "But, damn you, they killed my partner before he had a chance!" The guard laughed. swimming darkly, his lungs crammed with pain-fire and hell-rockets. He let himself down in, quiet and soft. He didn't have a weapon. He didn't have a weapon. Oh, damn, damn! air hissing slowly out of it, his face turning blue. And the guard, a you stand right there and die," he said quietly. "That what Gunther short-handed of men. Gunther simply waited for specific cargo ships to with images slid into slots and machine mouths that translated them into thought-emanations. A damned neat piece of genius. "So here we are, still not much better off than we were," growled

<question>:
How would you describe Gunther as a villain?

<options>:
A He's likely been successful in the past, but he's clearly conquerable.
B He's so universally despised that he has to work alone.
C He's a classically funny villain, like what you'd imagine in children's movies and comedies.
D He's fairly irresponsible and ruthless.

<answer>:

A