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

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across the way from old Albuquerque," he said finally. "Maybe we ought to be getting on to the Pschorrbräu tent." , there was only one thing he could bring back from the wonderful future ... and though he didn't want to ... nevertheless he did.... "Maybe we ought to eat something Unfortunately his tongue over his teeth in distaste, groaned, fumbled in a drawer for the aspirin bottle. "Providence," Simon told her turned up a missing jewel deal, say. Something where you could deduce that actually the ruby ring had gone down the drain and was caught in the elbow. Something that would net "Lost track," Arth said. "You can come home with me." that appealed to you." "Hm-m-m. I didn't know most sleuthing amounted to snooping around department stores to check on the clerks knocking down." Simon said, enigmatically, "Now were certainly the most modern, futuristic people in the world. But I couldn't stand the light. "Where's Simon said unenthusiastically, "Good morning, Mr. Oyster." He indicated Simon, said finally, "You know "You didn't have a hotel. What a stupidity. I'll be phased. undoubtedly was a bathroom. "Stay where you are. Don't move. Don't touch anything." ventured, "Time travel is impossible." "Why?" "Why?" "Never saw him before in my for one thing, paradox. Suppose you had a time machine and traveled back a hundred years or so and killed your own great-grandfather. Then how definite answer. She said, "Well, this marble-missing client came Simon said, "Let's get to the point, what you wanted to see me about." "I want to hire you to hunt me up some time travelers," the old boy said. Betty was too far in now to maintain her proper role of silent secretary. "Time travelers," she said, not very intelligently. The potential client sat more erect, obviously with intent to hold the floor for a time. He removed the pince-nez glasses and pointed them I tried just once more. "Uh, when be, places like the and then remembered. "I've got to get my bag. Oh, my head. Where did we spend last night?" of time travel. Every writer in the field worth his salt has explained cautious, "At my hotel, don't you remember?" "Not very well," I admitted. "I I've got to go to the Bahnhof and get my luggage." it's also my suspicion that he will eventually be able to travel in time. So convinced am I of these possibilities that I am willing to gamble a portion of my fortune to investigate the presence in our era of such time travelers." Arth didn't put up an argument the ball this morning, so Betty said, "But ... Mr. Oyster, if the future has developed time travel why don't we ever meet such travelers?" Simon put in a word. "The usual explanation, Betty, is that they can't afford to allow the space-time continuum track to be altered. If, say, a time traveler returned to a period of twenty-five years ago and shot Hitler, then all subsequent history would be changed. In that case, the time traveler himself might never be born. They make heads nor tails of the check Mr. Oyster was pleased. "I didn't receipt. He didn't speak English and have to tread mighty carefully." especially accompanied by a blockbusting hangover. Mr. Oyster went on. "I've been Simon shrugged and fumbled Simon seemed incapable of carrying Mr. Oyster returned his glasses to Oktoberfest , and I'd had it. I got more guff there. Something to find a time traveler and in some manner or other—any manner will do—exhort from him the secret of was fouled up, some clerk's error, evidently. The trip back was as uninteresting Simon said, "You want to hire me a bona fide time traveler." "Right!" Betty had been looking from one as the one over. As the hangover began to the other. Now she said, plaintively, From Idlewild, I came directly to the office rather than going to my apartment. I figured I might as well "But where are you going to find Oktoberfest , that's where they'd be!" He seemed found Mr. Oyster sitting in the chair elated. Oktoberfest ," he repeated. "The greatest festival the world has "Came for?" Mr. Oyster snorted. my high school German was inadequate, the calendar. Mr. Oyster was saying something to the effect that if I didn't leave today, it would have to be tomorrow, that he hadn't ponied up that thousand dollars advance for anything less than immediate service. Stuffing his receipt in his wallet, he fussed Oktoberfest is one whale travelers yet." "Well," the old boy pursued, into did you first see this Mr. Oyster?" his subject now, "that's where they'd Oktoberfest . For one thing, a time traveler wouldn't be conspicuous. At a festival like this somebody with a strange accent, or who didn't know exactly how to wear his clothes correctly, or was off the ordinary in any of a dozen other ways, wouldn't be noticed. You could be a four-armed space traveler from Mars, and you still wouldn't be conspicuous at the Oktoberfest . People would figure they had D.T.'s." "But why would a time traveler want to go to a—" Betty began. "Why not! What better opportunity to study a people than when they "See here," Mr. Oyster said (interrupting Simon's story), "did you say this was supposed to be amusing, Roman Triumph, perhaps the Rites of Dionysus, or one of Alexander's orgies. You wouldn't want to wander up and down the streets of, say, Athens while nothing was going on, Simon shrugged, put one hand to was to show me how ridiculous the whole idea actually is. Very well, you'd have to stick to some great event, both for the sake of actual interest and for protection against being unmasked." The old boy wound it up. "Well, Oktoberfest starts on Friday and continues for sixteen days. You can Mr. Oyster was taken aback himself. Simon dollars bonus. If that story was true, you should have gone back again to Munich. If there was one Mr. Oyster said quietly. "I time traveler, there might have been—" "I keep telling you," Simon said door my picture doesn't appear often in his voice. "A fifty thousand dollar bonus if you bring me a time traveler." "Out of the question," Simon said. "Just for laughs," Simon told the Oyster (Simon began) in the way The future! Just think!" Simon said wearily, "There's just one thing you can bring back with Mr. Oyster. I was going to have to give him some kind of report for his money. Time travel yet! What a laugh! Oktoberfest in the Munich tourist Where did five million people come from to attend an overgrown festival in comparatively remote Southern Germany? The tourist season showed me where I could check my bag, told me they'd do what they that Mr. Oyster mentioned. Each tent bibbers. Odd is right. As weird an assortment of Germans and foreign tourists as could have been dreamed over to us and then hustled on. Shouldn't have said that." I had never heard of the brand so I skipped it. "Next is the Hofbräu," he said. "Next what?" Baldy's conversation didn't seem to hang together very well. "My pilgrimage," he told me. "All my life I've been wanting to go back to an Oktoberfest and sample every one of the seven brands of the best feel lousy. I must have dimmed out. "New Albuquerque? Where's that?" Arth thought about it. Took another

<question>:
What is the goal of the story that Simon tells Mr. Oyster?

<options>:
A Simon wanted to show that he had spent a lot of time thinking about encounters with time travelers.
B He wanted to explain why the trip would not be successful if he went to Germany.
C He wanted to mock his prospective client for his ideas about time travel.
D He wanted to prove that Oktoberfest was the wrong place to look for time travelers.

<answer>:

B