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

<passage>:
was to laugh! For Click and Irish were "There's only one stipulation I make, Irish. I want a complete picture marooned on the pirate's asteroid—their only and fall down dead. Number three is to clutch at your side, fall down against your eighty-five." ended up cradled in a slab-sized Irishman's arms, diving at a hunk of directness. "A ship hasn't landed here for an hour. Your ship was the "Is this what pursued to the death by the Beasts. One of you escaped, it seemed." "Impossible!" "I can't respect your opinion, Mr. Gunther." A shouting rose from the Plaza. About fifty of Gunther's men, lounging They both waited, thrust against the shipside and held by a hand of on carved benches during their time-off, stirred to their feet and listening to each other's breathing hard in the earphones. The ship struck, once. Bouncing, it struck again. It turned end over "Both. The other guy went after the Patrol." gravity guns with them in their tight hands. Gunther babbled like a child, his voice a shrill dagger in the air. "Get out there, you men! Throw them back! We're outnumbered!" quick crazy, unimportant things. The best scenes in life never reach film, or an audience. Like this one, dammit! Like this from filming it. Everything was too wild, hot and angry. Gunther was throwing a fit, still seated at his desk, unable to move because of his fragile, bony legs and their atrophied state. thinking "Well, I'll at least have a few good scenes on film. I'll—" Overhead, the sun poised mashed and scattered. They were lucky to have escaped. Or was suffocation a better death...? Sixty minutes. They stood and looked at one another. . And then some way back to Earth." through to a triumphant finish. Photographed on the spot, in color, by with except your suspicions about this not being an accident. We got fifty minutes to prove you're right. After that—right or wrong—you'll It's irony clean through. That's probably why he planned the meteor and the crash this way." down, and the green eyes blazed. They stopped, together. "Oops!" Click said. that ?" They ran back. "Let's try it again." They tried it. They scowled at each other. The same thing happened. "Gravity should not act this way, Click." Gunther'd do anything to—did I say anything ?" scene!" "Use your gun." "They got impervious hides. No use. Gahh! And that was a pretty chase, eh, Click?" "Yeah. Sure. "Irish!" he heard himself say. "Is this IT?" funny about something didn't know what. Something about these monsters and Gunther and— "Which one will you be having?" asked Irish, casually. "A red one or a me doing it. Joking in the face of death." Hathaway petted his camera reluctantly. "What in hell's the use? All this swell film shot. Nobody'll ever see it." "Then," retorted Marnagan, "we'll develop it for our own benefit negotiations betwixt me and these pixies." anything. Nobody fooled nobody with this act. Death was near and they had sweaty faces, dry mouths and frozen guts. When Click finished filming, Irish sat down to save oxygen, and used it up arguing about Gunther. Click came back at him: that proves it. Gunther's short on men. So, what's he do is lousy over long distances. So what's the best weapon, which wounds caused at the crackup. If they survive all that—the animals tend to them. It all looks like Nature was responsible. See how subtle then." impressions. Quick stuff. "It's a strange process'll develop my picture and ignore the asteroid monsters complete." "What!" with pretending to be happy in front of nothing . mess! Here—" He elucidated it over and over again to the Patrolman. About the film, it'll be me does the going." "I can't let you do that, Irish." "Why not?" "You'd be going on my say-so." "Ain't your say-so good enough for me?" "If you say them animals ain't there, that's all I need. Now, stand aside, you film-developing flea, and let an Irishman settle their profile a scan. This is lesson number seven: Daniel Walks Into The "All the way, Irish." "What do they say...? Oh, yeah. Action. Lights. Camera!" at me! I'm in one piece. Why, hell, the damned things turned tail and ran away!" "And to think we let them hole us in that way, Click Hathaway, you coward!" hunk, I couldn't help—Look, now, about Gunther. Those animals are part of his set-up. Explorers who land here inadvertently, are chased back into their ships, forced to take off. Tourists and the like. Nothing suspicious about animals. And if the tourists don't leave, the animals kill them." "Shaw, now. Those animals can't kill." have frightened us to death, forced us, maybe, to commit suicide. If that isn't being dangerous—" dead by now. Everyone else's been fooled by his playmates they never had a chance to disbelieve them." "If it hadn't been for you taking them pictures, Click—" "Coupled with your damned stubborn attitude about the accident—" Click stopped and felt his insides turning to water. He shook his head and came from! And the only way to do that is to get the animals to come "Come back? How?" "They're waiting, just outside the aura of our thoughts, and if we believe in them again, they'll return." Marnagan didn't like it. "Won't—won't they kill us—if they come—if we believe in 'em?" in them to a certain point . Psychologically they can both be seen and felt. We only want to see them coming at us again." " Do Irish. A soundless deluge of them, pouring over the rubbled horizon, swarming in malevolent anticipation about the two men. "This way, Irish. They come from this way! There's a focal point, a "Marnagan! Get a grip, dammit! It's not real—don't let it force into your mind! It's not real, I tell you!" Let me handle them, I know how. They might fool you again, you might forget." Marnagan showed his teeth. "Gah! Let a flea have all the fun? And besides, Click, I like to look at them. They're pretty." Evidently the telepathic source lay there. They approached it warily. "We'll be taking our chances on guard," hissed Irish. "I'll go ahead, draw their attention, maybe get captured. Then, you show up with your gun...." "I haven't got one." "We'll chance it, then. You stick here until I see what's ahead. They The strange harsh voice said, "That's better. Don't try and pick that How'd you get past the animals?" One wanted, anway. A nice sordid death." acting." "What!" They found themselves in a complete inner world The telepathic sending station for the animals was a great bank of intricate, glittering machine, through which strips of colored film with images slid into slots and machine mouths that translated them into thought-emanations. A damned neat piece of genius. "So here we are, still not much better off than we were," growled Irish. "We haven't a ship or a space-radio, and more guards'll turn

<question>:
Which best describes the relationship between the protagonists?

<options>:
A They're friendly but their friendship detracts from their ability to problem-solve and be productive.
B They're both in a tough situation but their hatred for one another pushes them to work independently.
C They work together and are able to coordinate with each other pretty well.
D They don't like each other too much; they put up with each other at best.

<answer>:

C