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 picture of Marnagan hunched huge over the control-console, lined with cube houses in yellow metal, ending near Hathaway in a Hathaway, weaponless, idly carrying his camera in one hand, walked There was plenty of noise. Too damned much. Hathaway only knew he was Hathaway looked at him. "So you're Gunther?" he said, calmly. The questioningly dark eyes, and his scrawny body was lost in folds of could speak, Hathaway said: Marnagan fumed. "I'll die when I'm damned good and ready. And when I'm and stopped. Hathaway felt himself grabbed he and Marnagan rattled guns with them in their tight hands. Hathaway screamed the air out of his lungs, but his brain was thinking Hathaway chuckled inside, deep. What a sweet, sweet shot this was. fragile, bony legs and their atrophied state. Hathaway shook his head, instinctively grabbed at the camera locked Some of the Patrol were killed. Hathaway chuckled again as he saw three fired wildly until Hathaway hit him over the head with a paper-weight. Then Hathaway took a picture of Gunther slumped at his desk, the chaos "Hold it!" cracked Hathaway's high voice. Marnagan froze. The camera Hathaway felt funny inside, suddenly. "I never thought of that. have. Funny, but you don't think about dying. You try not to." Hathaway black and stars all around it, making it look sick. "If we walk in opposite directions, Click Hathaway, we'd be shaking hands the other side of this rock in two hours." Marnagan shook his mop Hathaway felt his heart pumping slow, hot pumps of blood. "I checked Hathaway got hold of an idea Hathaway went on saying his thoughts: "This is Gunther's work. He's Marnagan said, "We're working on margin, and we got nothin' to sweat 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 "Hey!" Marnagan blinked. "Did you feel Hathaway's body felt feathery, light as a whisper, boneless and They ran back. "Let's try it again." They tried it. They scowled at each other. The same thing happened. Hathaway leaped backward in reaction. His eyes widened and his hand came up, jabbing. Over a hill-ridge swarmed a brew of unbelievable 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 Hathaway yelled and ran, Marnagan at his heels, lumbering. Sweat broke Hathaway made it first, Marnagan bellowing just behind him. "They're as Marnagan squeezed his two-hundred-fifty pounds beside him. They sat, staring at the monsters for about a minute. Hathaway felt "Which one will you be having?" asked Irish, casually. "A red one or a blue one?" me a profile shot of the beasties and myself." Hathaway petted his camera reluctantly. "What in hell's the use? All "Then," retorted Marnagan, "we'll develop it for our own benefit while Marnagan raised his proton-gun dramatically. "Snap me this pose," he Marnagan wasn't fooling anybody. Hathaway knew the superficial palaver around in that red-cropped skull. Hathaway played the palaver, too, but Montage. Marnagan sitting, chatting at the monsters. Marnagan smiling for the camera. Marnagan in profile. Marnagan looking grim, without he builds an asteroid-base, and drags ships down. Space war isn't perfect yet, guns don't prime true in space, trajectory Marnagan put the viewer up against the helmet glass, squinted. "Ah, "It's a strange process'll develop my picture and ignore the asteroid monsters complete." Hathaway grabbed the camera, gasped, squinted, and gasped again: Marnagan sitting down, chatting conversationally Marnagan shooting his gun at Marnagan The monsters had failed to image the film. Marnagan was there, his hair Hathaway said it, loud: "Irish! Irish! I think I see a way out of this going?" Marnagan blocked Hathaway as the smaller man Hathaway nervously loaded the film-slot, raised it. "I—I guess so," said Hathaway. "And remember, think it hard, Irish. Marnagan held his gun out in front of him and still smiling took one, That was the sweetest shot Hathaway ever took. Marnagan and the Only now it was only Marnagan. Marnagan smiled a smile broader than his shoulders. "Hey, Click, look they never had a chance to disbelieve them." Marnagan didn't like it. "Won't—won't they kill us—if they come—if Hathaway shook a head that was tons heavy and weary. "Not if we believe in them to a certain point . Psychologically they can both be seen and felt. We only want to see them coming at us again." " Do Hathaway fought against the mist in his eyes. "Just think—I will see Hathaway didn't answer. But his eyes told the story by just looking at The monsters returned. A soundless deluge of them, pouring over the rubbled horizon, swarming in malevolent anticipation about the two men. "This way, Irish. They come from this way! There's a focal point, a Hathaway sludged into the pressing tide of color, mouths, contorted faces, silvery fat bodies misting as he plowed through them. Marnagan was making good progress ahead of Hathaway. But he stopped and Hathaway darted forward, flung his body over Marnagan's, covered the "Marnagan! Get a grip, dammit! It's not real—don't let it force into Marnagan's thick lips opened. "It's only a fake," he said. And then, irritated, "Get the hell off me, Hathaway. Let me up to my feet!" Hathaway got up, shakily. The air in his helmet smelled stale, and besides, Click, I like to look at them. They're pretty." you show up with your gun...." And before Hathaway could object, Marnagan walked off. He walked about on. Marnagan, weaponless. and listening to Marnagan's lying voice: had his profile toward Hathaway, his lips twisting: "I think I'll let Hathaway took three strides, his hands out in front of him. Marnagan made as if to move, crumpled clumsily forward. Hathaway ran in, snatched up the gun, smirked at the guard. "Thanks for Ten minutes later, Marnagan and Hathaway, fresh tanks of oxygen on their backs, Marnagan in a fresh bulger and helmet, trussed the guard, tersely. They found themselves in a complete inner world an asteroid nothing 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 "What good would that do?" Hathaway gnawed his lip. "They wouldn't fool the engineers who created them, you nut." Marnagan exhaled disgustedly. "Ah, if only the U.S. Cavalry would come

<question>:
What are Hathaway and Marnagan's physiques like?

<options>:
A There isn't much discussion about how either person looks at all.
B Marnagan is consistently described as feeble in comparison to Hathaway.
C Both of their appearances are described to some degree, and Marnagan is often described as being a large presence.
D Both are each regularly described as having similar builds.

<answer>:

C