Yet another day brings Frank the same painful and ego-deflating reminder that he is a tiny, fun-size person who is no match for the ever-gorgeous, muscular petite woman Brandon Arena. Frank is so pitifully frail that no amount of exaggeration or hyperbolic adjectives can do justice to his pathetic frailty. Looks like Brandon wants to prove to Frank that she's got the upper hand in every department, despite only weighing a mere 20lbs more than him. A head-start for her as she carries Frank in a cradle, hands on both sides of his torso, swinging him sideways, rocking him back and forth in her powerful arms. She gives him a challenge to carry her, offering him a second chance at redemption if nothing else. The fact that he can cradle-carry Brandon despite being so short is astounding, as is the fact that he can manage to carry a weight that is almost double his own; however, he clearly still struggles, as he can only hold Brandon for a few seconds at a time. This time, Brandon gives him a piggyback ride in the conventional sense: she hoists him over her shoulder, hangs him from her backside, and squats as if she were lifting weights at the gym. She then flips over and carries him on her side, with Frank's small short legs clinging to her hips. She displays her formidable power by putting tiny guy Frank in a variety of lifting positions, including being hoisted over her shoulder and carried on her back. Again, Frank has to endure the humiliation of being physically overpowered by Brandon in every respect, like a fragile little weightless thing. But just when it seems like Frank is doomed to forever be the weak one, he is given another chance to prove himself. Brandon asks him to give her a piggyback ride and a cradle-carry, hoping he will finally impress her. But once again, Frank falls short, struggling to lift her with any ease. It appears that his claims of being a strong guy are just empty words, he couldn't even lift a feather, let alone handle a powerhouse like Brandon.