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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and sewed up tight. Sure, the crystals are deadly, but I was smuggling them legitimately, in a manner of speaking, for this doctor to experiment with. He wasn't hear the words in my mind. But they didn't match what the judge was saying. I stood there gaping like a beached fish while I sorted it out. Then I croaked, "Jupiter! What for? Are you running outa space in stir? Want to choke me to death in chlorine instead?" Being civil to the court didn't seem important just then. Jupiter was worse than the pen, a lot worse. Jupiter was a death sentence. he said. "Every spaceman has, I am sure. Insect-like creatures who Suddenly I smelled a rat as big as an elephant. That whole Kooleen been able to figure how they'd cracked my setup.... At the thought my larynx froze up tight. This was worse than I'd thought. Government men trapping me and then beaming at me. And a full pardon. And a reward. Oh, no! I told myself, it wasn't possible. Not when I already had more counts against me than a cur has fleas. Not unless it was a straight suicide mission! Crude, but it was all I could squeeze out. I squeezed out more when I saw those pictures, though. Those inhabitants were charming, just charming if you like scorpions. Well, a cross between a scorpion and a grasshopper, to be accurate. Floating among that red stuff, they showed up a kind of sickly purple turning to gangrene around the edges. The bleat of anguish that accompanied my first view of those beauties He shrugged, trying for nonchalance. "About the size of a man, I collapsed onto my chair. A crafty-eyed buzzard across the table leaned toward me. "So this is the great Casey Ritter, daredevil of the Solar System!" he sneered. into a sea of ammonia among man-size scorpions just for the hell of and after awhile I braced him. when we met, and then I asked him what's his rap this trip. "Oh, a pretty good jolt if they can keep hold of me," he says. "I just "Oh, no!" I moaned. "What were you trying to do, start a feud between us and Mars?" He shrugged, but his little black-currant eyes began to sparkle with real passion, the high voltage kind that only a woman in a million, or and flawless, I'm a-shoutin', not a flaw!" His eyes watered at the memory, yearning like a hound-dog's over a of them idiotic scorpions that lives on Jupiter. I sold her the if it wasn't so much trouble to dig 'em out—" He went off into a dream "You mean those scorpions have really got brains?" people! And not ferocious, neither, in spite of how they look, if you just leave 'em alone. That's all they want, just to be left alone. Peace an' quiet, and lots of methane and ammonia and arsenic, that's fer them. Besides, the space suit rig you got to wear, they can't bite nails, I bit myself. So I faced it. Casey Ritter lost his nerve, and alive. That thought ate me to the quick, and I began to wonder if it was too late, after all. I could hardly wait for morning to come, so those scorpions, and how he'd made Akroida mad. I found out that them scorpions can't stand yeller. It just plain some perfume that drives them nuts the other way sorta frantic with remember, don't use but a drop. It's real powerful." II Real powerful, said the man. What an understatement! But the day I was set adrift in that sea of frozen ammonia clouds mixed with nice cozy methane gas I sure prayed for it to be powerful, and I clutched that tiny bottle like that boy Aladdin clutching his little old lamp. "These—" he had proclaimed with a disdainful flourish, like a placer That twitch of the nose riled me no little. "I ain't failed yet!" I looming ahead bigger than all outdoors and the Red Spot dead ahead. I patted my pretty enameled suit, which was a study in paris green and passionate purple. was as nervous as a cat with new kittens. Feeling again for my little bottle of horrid stench, I breathed a prayer to the god of idiots and whole universe was a fierce, raw luminous red. Out beyond it at first there had been fringes of snow-white frozen ammonia, but now it was all The stuff was plants! Plants as big as meadows, bright red, floating that the ammonia around them wasn't frozen any more and peeked at the hopper-scorp traveling straight toward me, sort of rowing along with my Scorpion-Come-Hither lure on the chest of my spacesuit, opened the intimate—or rather, the taps were. There was even a rather warm expression discernible in the thing's eyes, so I took heart and decided to ignore the ferocious features surrounding those eyes. After all, the then he examined me with it just like an old-time earl with one of close enough to get a whiff.... A shudder of ecstasy stiffened him. His head and eyes rolled with it, and he wafted closer still. Right there I began to harbor a premonition that there might be such a thing as being too popular in Scorpdom, but He lolled his hideous cranium practically on my shoulder. "Anything! Just anything you desire, my dearest friend." I tried to back off from him a bit, but the ship stopped me. "I'm Casey nuts. Then I got a glimmer through my paralyzed gray matter. "Who named Well, I'd met the first of the brood and was still alive. Not only alive but loved and cherished, thanks to Pard's inventiveness and to mandibles and other embellishments calculated to interest my hosts. natural lump on his back, and he darted away from me. I opened the throttle and tore after him among the immense red blobs that were now beginning to be patterned with dozens of green-and-purple scorpions, Other scorpions oared and floated about in twos and threes in a free and peaceable manner that almost made me forget that I was scared to death of them, and they stared at my boat with only a mild interest that would have taught manners to most of my fellow citizens of Earth. something began to loom out of the mist, and I forgot the playboys and the field workers. It loomed higher and higher. Then we burst out into diameter, and its sides were pierced with thousands of openings through which its nightmare occupants appeared and disappeared, drifting in and out like they had all the time in the world. I stared until my eyeballs felt paralyzed. airlock. III That palace was like nothing on earth. Naturally, you'll say, it's what about Casey Ritter, who hadn't cultivated even a feather? just flew out into mid-air in a room that could have swallowed a city block, skyscrapers and all. It was like a mammoth red cavern, and it glowed like the inside of a red light. No wonder those scorpions like green and purple. What a relief from all that red! here and there as though she was just itching to take a hunk out of shaking the jewels that were hung all over her repulsive carcass, and making the Halcyon Diamond on her chest blaze like a bonfire. bone and sharp as a needle. She pulled an eyeball out about a yard and those hopper-scorps. I didn't need their particular brand of Morse Code ducked his head and fearfully waited. maddened stallion and began to thrash around and flail her couch with

<question>:
How would Casey describe most of the scorpions he saw?

<options>:
A intelligent and fierce
B huge and curious
C ugly yet caring
D terrifying yet peaceful

<answer>:

D