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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local laws?" "The Stortulian will be duly punished," replied the leader of the "Right, Chief." Stebbins moved toward the visiphone. Gorb stepped forward and put a hand on his chest. "Hold it," the Wazzenazzian said crisply. "The Consulate can't help you. I can." "You?" I said. It was our first day of recruiting on the planet, and the alien them eager for a Corrigan contract. The Galaxy is full of bizarre beings, but there's barely a species anywhere that can resist the old exhibitionist urge. giving this slyster a contract might be a risky proposition. world? Want to draw good pay, work short hours, experience the thrills The office buzzer sounded. Auchinleck said unctuously, "The first The little Regulan was as good as hired. Only the formalities remained. signing this alien up at half the usual pay, and Ludlow took him into didn't mean we had to be extravagant in hiring him. A Terraphile alien would work for nothing, or even pay us, just so long as we let him get The next applicant was a beefy ursinoid from Aldebaran IX. Our outfit followed by a roly-poly blue-skinned humanoid from Donovan's Planet, four feet high and five hundred pounds heavy. We already had a couple of his species in the show, but they made good crowd-pleasers, being so plump and cheerful. I passed him along to Auchinleck to sign at anything short of top rate. Ghrynian agent. A Vegan would be a top-flight attraction, being some I could tell, the being was quite plainly nothing but an Earthman. tall and extremely thin, with pale blue eyes and dirty-blond hair, and though he was clean and reasonably well dressed, he had a shabby look about him. He said, in level Terran accents, "I'm looking for a job at getting bilked myself. "Look, friend, I'm busy, and I'm not known for my sense of humor. Or my generosity." "I'm not panhandling. I'm looking for a job." happen to be a representative of the only Earthlike race that exists anywhere in the Galaxy but on Earth itself. Wazzenazz XIII is a small fluke, my race is identical with yours. Now, don't you want me in your There was something glib and appealing about this preposterous phony. I guess I recognized a kindred spirit or I would have tossed him out on his ear without another word. Instead I played along. "If you're from such a distant place, how come you speak English so well?" "I'm not speaking. I'm a telepath—not the kind that reads minds, just Earth. No deal. The demand for beings from Wazzenazz XIII is pretty low This was the best con switch yet—an Earthman posing as an alien to get a job! But I wasn't buying it, even if I could appreciate his cleverness intellectually. There's no such place as Wazzenazz XIII and there's only one human race in the Galaxy—on Earth. I was going to need some real good reason before I gave a down-and-out grifter a free ticket I didn't know it then, but before the day was out, I would have that reason. And, with it, plenty of trouble on my hands. The first harbinger of woe turned up after lunch in the person of a Kallerian. The Kallerian was the sixth applicant that afternoon. I Kallerian came striding in, not even waiting for Stebbins to admit him officially. He was big even for his kind—in the neighborhood of nine feet high, and getting on toward a ton. He planted himself firmly on his three stocky feet, extended his massive arms in a Kallerian greeting-gesture, and growled, "I am Vallo Heraal, Freeman of Kaller IV. You will sign me immediately to a contract." "Sit down, Freeman Heraal. I like to make my own decisions, thanks." "You will grant me a contract!" "Will you please sit down?" sometimes useful in dealing with belligerent or disappointed of fur. He was wearing the kilt, girdle and ceremonial blaster of his Institute. And we're not currently in need of any Kallerian males, because—" "You will hire me or trouble I will make!" , I readied myself to ensnarl the Kallerian in a spume of tanglemesh the instant he went for his blaster, but he possible opportunity. It's not feasible for us to hire another as a vacancy—" "No. You will hire me now." "It can't be done, Freeman Heraal. We have a budget, and we stick to it." "You will rue! I will take drastic measures!" the chance that, by picking a given member of a race, we're insulting all the others. I nudged the trouble-button on the side of my desk and Auchinleck and Ludlow appeared simultaneously from the two doors at right and left. They surrounded the towering Kallerian and sweet-talkingly led him away. He wasn't minded to quarrel physically, or he could have knocked them both into the next city with a backhand swipe of his shaggy paw, to Ghryne for the miserable purpose of obtaining an interview with reason with her. Earthman, can't you see I must appeal to her inner I?" "Well—" "Of course not." I took advantage of his pathetic upset to steam right along. "Now if you had come in here and simply asked me to sign you up, "It did. But in effect you're now asking me to conspire in a fraudulent "Perhaps you will send my wife to me here?" undesirable alien back to its home world. But I wouldn't pull a low I watched him shuffle out. I do have some conscience, and I had the I had just about begun to forget about the incidents of the Kallerian's outraged pride and the Stortulian's flighty wife when the door opened and the Earthman who called himself Ildwar Gorb of Wazzenazz XIII stepped in. "How did "Get out before I have you thrown out." Gorb shrugged. "I figured you hadn't changed your mind, so I've changed my pitch a bit. If you won't believe I'm from Wazzenazz XIII, suppose I tell you that I times today has a life-form come in here unexpectedly?" I scowled at him. "Too damn many." "You see? He's incompetent. Suppose you fire him, take me on instead. I'm not looking to hire new staff members, and if you switch back to claiming you're an unknown life-form from Wazzenazz XIII, the answer is either. Now will you scram or—" The office door crashed open at that point and Heraal, the Kallerian, came thundering in. He was dressed from head to toe in glittering metalfoil, and instead of his ceremonial blaster, he was wielding Sitting with my hands poised near the meshgun trigger, I was ready to let him have it at the first sight of actual violence. Heraal boomed, "You are responsible for what is to happen now. I have notified the authorities and you prosecuted will be for causing the death of a life-form! Suffer, Earthborn ape! Suffer!" "And therefore," said the third lizard, "it is our duty to arrest full-bodied laugh. "Funny," I said. "What is?" asked the self-styled Wazzenazzian. "These aliens. Big blustery Heraal came in with murder in his eye and killed himself , and the pint-sized Stortulian who looked so meek and pathetic damn near blew my head off." I shuddered. "Thanks for the

<question>:
Why did the Wazzenazzian feel that he would be beneficial as an employee to the recruiter?

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A He could morph into any species he wanted for outwards appearance.
B He said he knew all there is to know about alien life-forms
C He was capable of speaking all languages.
D He was powerful among the Wazzenazzian and capable of swaying decisions.

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B