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

<passage>:
Somebody had to get the human angle on this trip ... but what me to shut up. Moss all over the cliff walls. Swell luck for Kroger. We've found Kroger and Pat, with the help of the aliens. Or maybe I should call them the Martians. Jones calls them. They took away our rifles and brought us right to Kroger and Pat, without our even asking. Jones is stream, and picked us all up and took us into a hole in the cliff wall. The hole went on practically forever, but it didn't get dark. Kroger There's a Martian guarding the left us here, and we're out of rations. Kroger tried talking to the guard once, but he (or it) made a whistling Martian whistled like crazy and dragged it away. in the heart of the planet, says Kroger. "What the hell," says Pat, "it's better than starving." It is not. Jones today, and Jones threw one back at him and broke off a couple He keeps bent low over a welded-to-the-wall (they call it the bulkhead, for some reason or other) void headed for Earth, with enough days—if the Martians don't take scales. They had melted down in the water and left his hand all Kroger tells me that the pilot's name is Patrick Desmond, but that I can call him Pat when I get to know him better. So far, he's still Captain Desmond to me. I haven't sticky. and they are unable to use sunpower make him look rather mean, but he was pleasant enough, and said I could call him Pat. I still don't know Jones' first name, though Pat spoke to him, and it sounded like all black with white dots in it, and none of the dots move, except in a circle that Pat says is a "torque" result from the gyroscopic spin we're in. Actually, he explained to "We'll risk it," said Pat. "It's better to go down fighting than to die of starvation." us, whistling with those tubelike tongues, and drooling dry coal dust, but Pat swung one of his boots in an arc that splashed all over the ground in front of them, and they turned tail (literally) and clattered off down another tunnel, sounding like a locomotive whistle gone berserk. We made the surface in another queen-button for my bishop-button and left his king in jeopardy, and Jones got the rifles out of the stream (the Martians had probably thought they were beyond recovery there) and we found the jeep. It was nearly buried in sand, but we and he went away. I went to the galley for coffee got it cleaned off and running, and June 25, 1961 We're going back . Pat says that a week is all we were allowed told me later he needed it to back up a star map. Pat slept mostly all day in his compartment, and Jones sat and sugar). "Why," I said, "can't we just tell it on the radio?" "Because," said Pat, "if we tell them now, by the time we get back we'll be yesterday's news. This way watched the screen revolve. There Lloyd had taken away the chessboard and all his buttons. He "But they'll ask why we didn't radio the info, sir," said Jones uneasily. "The radio," said Pat, nodding to Lloyd, "was unfortunately broken shortly after landing." Lloyd blinked, then nodded log, and I saw his signature. His He prefers to be called Jones. Pat uses his first name as a gag. Some fun. drives a rifle butt through a radio. Well, it's time for takeoff. the noise made when one and the shattering of glass, not unlike This time but Pat says there's less gravity on Mars, so escape velocity didn't thought I was getting my space-legs, to stay and that it's urgent to return Guess I'll take a nap. June 26, 1961 Hell's bells there are two baby Martians loose on board ship. Pat told him he was nuts, but there are certain signs he's right. Like the missing when we were in that zoo. They're gone. Pat has declared a state of emergency. Quick thinking, that's Pat. Lloyd, before he remembered and turned scarlet, suggested we radio Earth for instructions. We can't. on the screen today. It seems to be descending from overhead, but Pat prize. I asked Pat what the prize was and he told me to go to hell. June 18, 1961 learning something, maybe, about Martian reproductive processes. When he told Pat, Pat put it to a vote whether or not to jettison Kroger through the airlock. However, it was decided that responsibility again. We're going to land, so When I got back to my compartment, I have to go to my bunk. It's all foam rubber, nylon braid supports Jones had brought them aboard. was pretty well divided. did me at takeoff. Earth seems awfully June 19, 1961 Well, we're down. said, "How?" June 27, 1961 We have So Kroger stays, but meanwhile the air is getting worse. Pat suggested have to show themselves. Pat says what do we do from Earth. So we just have then ? We can't afford the water we need to little Martians. Jones says he'll go down spitting. Pat says why not dismantle interior of rocket to find out where they're holing up? Fine idea. How do you dismantle riveted metal plates? June 28, 1961 board (no smoking was allowed on the ship), and Jones threw it away. He doesn't smoke. June 20, 1961 Got lost today. Pat told me not to go too far from camp, so, when I took a stroll, I made sure name is Fleance, like in "Macbeth." ate the bread. Jones came forward to tell us the standing there, tall and silvery, the next instant it was gone. Turned on my radio pack and got hold of Pat. Told him what happened, and he told Kroger. Kroger couldn't have guessed at the carbohydrates present in the bread after a lifelong diet of anthracite. Pat said I had been following a mirage, They were shouting through their masks, but I couldn't hear them. The air is too thin to carry sound That's when I heard the noise behind me. I was too scared to turn around, but finally Jones and Lloyd to make a landing. Pat says at least our vector will carry us to Earth and we can die on our home planet, which is better than you." He shuddered. "Ran off when we fired." "Where," said Jones, "are Pat and Kroger?" I didn't know. I hadn't seen "We'd better get them on the radio," said Jones, turning back toward the ship. There wasn't anything on the radio but static. Pat and Kroger haven't come back yet, either. June 21, 1961 control room. Pat says if we're lucky, he might be able to use the bit of fuel we have left to set us the plates don't crack under the impact. We all agreed to try it. Not that we thought it had a good chance of We're going to look for Kroger and Pat today. Jones says we'd better before another windstorm blows away the jeep tracks. Fortunately, the jeep has a leaky oil pan, so we always have the smears to follow, unless they get covered up, too. the "captured Martian" leaked out, and we all became nine-day wonders until the dismantling of the And we're locking up the ship. rocket. It's later , now. We found the he lost me. The point is, bullets won't stop Needless to say, we're no longer heroes. I haven't heard from Pat or Lloyd for a week. Jones was picked up attacking a candy factory yesterday, Going down was Jones' idea, not mine. June 22, 1961

<question>:
Why can't the crew radio the Earth for help?

<options>:
A Kroger broke the radio.
B Jones broke the radio.
C Lloyd broke the radio.
D Pat broke the radio.

<answer>:

C