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 biggest, most convincing liar wins. It's as simple as that. It doesn't matter how outlandish a whopper you tell. Unless, of course, they've made up their minds that you just naturally aren't as big a liar as they are. And it looks like that's just what they've done. It wouldn't make any difference to them them believe it." Zeckler frowned. "And how do they regard the—the biggest liar? I mean, how do they feel toward him?" Meyerhoff shifted uneasily. "It's hard to say. It's been my experience that they respect him highly—maybe even fear him a little. After all, the most convincing liar always wins in any transaction, so he gets more land, more food, more power. Yes, I think the biggest liar could go where he pleased without any interference." Zeckler was on his feet, his eyes suddenly bright with excitement. that they'd have to believe—a lie they simply couldn't help as bad as your gentle guards when it comes to bandying the truth around." He peered through the dim light at the gaunt face of the prisoner. Zeckler's face was dark with a week's beard, and his bloodshot eyes belied the cocky grin and say it." Zeckler looked sharply around the hushed room. "You want to convict me," he said softly, "in the worst sort of way. Isn't that right?" decide that you really want to convict me." He paused, and glanced slyly at the judge. "You don't think much of those who tell the truth, it seems. Well, put this statement in your All Earthmen are absolutely incapable of telling the truth. " Puzzled frowns appeared on the jury's faces. One or two his jaw sagging. One of the jurymen let out a little squeak, and fainted dead away. It took, all in all, about ten seconds for the statement you live long enough to walk And then pandemonium broke loose in the courtroom. "Really," said Harry Zeckler loftily, "it was so obvious I'm in and pick them up, that is." to soak in. "And take the chance of being overheard? Don't be silly. It had to come as a bombshell. I had to establish myself as a liar—the prize liar of them all, but I had to tell the sort of lie that they simply could not cope with. Something that would throw them into such utter confusion that they wouldn't convict me." He grinned impishly at Meyerhoff. "The paradox You've committed a crime here—a major crime. The Altairians of Epimenides the Cretan. It really stopped them cold. They knew natives are out to get you. Personally, I think they're going to get you." Zeckler stood up shakily. "You can't believe anything the natives say," he said uneasily. "They're pathological liars. Why, you should see what they tried to sell me ! You've never seen such a pack of liars as these critters." He glanced up at Meyerhoff. "They'll probably drop a little fine on me and let me go." lying they never have run up against a short-circuit like that. "You've committed the most heinous crime these creatures can imagine, and they're going to get you for it if it's the last thing they do. I'm afraid, my friend, that your con-man days are "A little fine of one Terran neck." Meyerhoff grinned nastily. lint fleck from his lapel, and looked up at Zeckler slyly. "That—uh—jury trial. The Altairians weren't any too happy to oblige. They wanted to execute you outright. Thought a trial A choking sound came from Zeckler's throat. " Arrest! " con-men who could work new territories unfettered by the legal restrictions that soon closed down the more established planets. The first men in were the richest out, and with them. Altair I had been recognized at once by the Trading don't think you'll get off." Zeckler shrugged again. "The simplest, tiredest, moldiest old racket that ever made a quick nickel. Remember the old Terran gag about the Brooklyn Bridge? The same thing. Only and that two out of five of them get thrown out of their mother's pouch before they're old enough to survive. Altairians here for the food their planet can supply, and their it's every man for himself, and the loser starves, and their course they're liars, with an economy like that. They've completely missed the concept of truth. Pathological? You bet they're pathological! Only a fool would tell the truth when his life depended on his being a better liar than the next guy! Lying is the time-honored tradition, with their entire legal system built around it." Zeckler snorted. "But how could they Meyerhoff sighed. "You've got twelve mad Altairians in your hang you, if they die trying. So you'd better get those stunted little wits of yours clicking—and if you try to implicate me Altairians attempted to push through the door at once. Zeckler Altairians filed in, in order of stature, stalking across the room in flowing black robes, pug-nosed faces glowering with self-importance. They descended upon the jury box, grunting and scrapping with each other for the first-row seats, and the judge court. "We are reading the case of the people of Altair I," the judge's voice roared out, "against one Harry Zeckler—" he "Conspiracy to overthrow the government of Altair I. Brutal with the accursed scum of Altair II in preparation a puppet on a string. "Defendant found guilty on all counts," he said. "Defendant is guilty! The court will pronounce sentence—" " Now wait a minute! The Altairian shrugged indifferently. "Now—later—" he "But those lies . They're liars, the whole pack of them—" He broke off as the prosecutor roared a name. The shaggy brute who took the stand was wearing a bright Altairian equivalent of a hungry grin at the prosecutor. Then "Then tell this court what you have seen of the activities of this abominable wretch." of the seventh crossing of Altair II (may the Goddess cast face to face with the most desperate of criminal types, even These people have no regard for truth. It's stupid, to them, silly, a mark of low intelligence. The only thing in the world they have any respect for is a liar bigger and more skillful than they are." Zeckler jerked around abruptly as he heard his name bellowed the jury delivers the verdict?" "Do I have—" Zeckler was across the room in a flash, his Altair from my homeland on Terra. I—I landed on Altair II, theirs, not mine. They have bribed your Goddess, flattered her One by one the natives nudged one another, and booed, and guffawed, until the rising tide of racket drowned out Zeckler's words. "The defendant is obviously lying," roared the prosecutor over the pandemonium. "Any fool knows that the Goddess dare to insult her, drag her name in the dirt." The hisses grew louder, more belligerent. Cries of "Butcher him!" and "Scald his bowels!" rose from the courtroom. The judge banged for silence, his eyes angry. "Unless the defendant wishes to take up more of our precious time with these ridiculous lies, the jury—" it. They just won't believe you, no matter how big a lie you tell." Zeckler sat in silence for a moment. "This lying business," he said finally, "exactly how does it work?"

<question>:
How do the Altairians treat the biggest liars?

<options>:
A The biggest liars are sent to Earth.
B The biggest liars can do whatever they want and get away with it.
C The biggest liars are thrown into a pit. There they are eaten by the Goddess.
D The biggest liars are hanged.

<answer>:

B