Grok 4.1 Fast vs QwQ 32B
Compare Grok 4.1 Fast by xAI against QwQ 32B by Qwen, tested across 15 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
Compare Grok 4.1 Fast by xAI against QwQ 32B by Qwen, tested across 15 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
10 challenges
Tests an AI's ability to understand game rules and strategy
Tests an AI's ability to solve a simple but potentially confusing logic puzzle
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Sally and her family consist of 2 girls (Sally + 1 sister) and 3 boys. Each brother has both girls as sisters (2 sisters total), which matches the given info. Sally thus has 1 sister.
Answer: Sally has \boxed{1} sister.
Tests an AI's humor and creative writing ability
You ever notice how adulthood is just a series of tiny defeats you pretend are victories? Like, I finally got around to cleaning my apartment this weekend. Took me three hours. I stood there staring at the pile of laundry on my bed, thinking, "This is it. This is my Everest." I separated it into whites, colors, and "these are basically rags now." Victory number one.
Then I tackle the kitchen. There's this one dish from, like, two weeks ago. It's not even food anymore—it's a science experiment. I scrape it into the trash, and it fights back. Splats everywhere. Now I've got a new stain to deal with. But hey, progress! I load the dishwasher like I'm performing surgery. Make sure everything's facing the right way, because if that fork's upside down, the whole cycle's ruined. Rinse, repeat. By the end, my kitchen sparkles. I step back, hands on hips, feeling like a goddamn warrior queen. Then I realize I forgot to actually turn the thing on. Another hour wasted. Adulthood: zero. Me: still delusional.
But the real killer is trying to adult with technology. I signed up for this meal prep service because I'm "getting my life together." They send you recipes and ingredients in a box. Sounds perfect, right? First box arrives: salmon, quinoa, kale. I'm hyped. I follow the instructions to the letter. Chop this, sauté that. Set the timer on my phone. Twenty minutes later, dinner's ready. It looks exactly like the picture... if the picture was taken during a mudslide. The salmon's rubbery, the quinoa’s like gravel in a salad, and the kale? Tastes like I’m eating a lawnmower’s feelings.
I eat half of it anyway because I spent thirty bucks, and now I'm committed. Next morning, I’m bloated, gassy, staring at my reflection like, "This is what discipline looks like?" Nah, this is punishment. I cancel the subscription faster than you can say "regret." Back to DoorDash, baby. At least with that, my tiny defeats come with free delivery.
And don’t get me started on dating. I went on this date last week. Guy seemed normal online—engineer, loves dogs, cooks. We meet up, and he’s grilling me like it’s an interrogation. "What’s your five-year plan?" Bro, my five-minute plan is shaky. I say something vague about career growth. He nods, then launches into his. Owns a house, stocks portfolio, weekend hikes. Meanwhile, I’m thinking, "Cool, I own a succulent that’s somehow still alive."
By dessert, he’s talking crypto investments. I tune out, nodding like a bobblehead. Bill comes—he pays, thank God. Walks me to my car, goes in for the hug. I dodge like it’s a jump scare. Text him later: "Had fun!" Lie. He replies: "Let’s do it again soon." Panic. Block. Swipe right on the next profile: "Just here for the vibes." That’s me now. Vibes-only adulting. No plans, no quinoa, just surviving one tiny defeat at a time.
Thanks, you’ve been great!
3-Minute Stand-Up Comedy Routine (No Puns!)
Eric's Stage Entrance:
(Wearing a jersey-sweatshirt combo while clutching a cup of instant coffee)
Opening:
Alright, admit it—ever tried talking to tech support in Hindi? I did, once. The woman on the line asked, "What's the issue, sir?" I said, "The line is delayed, like a stalker of my call waiting." She said, "Mr. Burrows, hold while I transfer you…" and then conjugated every form of the verb "wait" in Hindi. I was still waiting when I sold my router on eBay.
Dating Apps:
Speaking of waiting, dates now start on apps where, "We found you!" like we're shoppers at a lost dog shelter. And honestly, relax. No entitlement to happiness through an algorithm. But then DMs hit… "Greetings, my name is Ronaldo. Passport, job, Tinder premium." Not even a "Hi, how're you?"—starts with his résumé. Talk about overqualified.
Parenting Moment:
Kids are philosophers now. My niece asked me once, "Why do grown-ups say 'Put that down,' but then say 'Look at this magazine?'" And I was like, "Ah, adult hypocrisy is complicated." She responded, "Oh, so it's okay if I copy Dad's TikTok swiping?" Uh-oh, frickin' Nietzsche in a dinosaur onesie.
Post-Workout Hustle:
Ever seen the new "plank squad" at your gym? These are people who do planks so hard they forget to lift their faces… and accidentally their dry-erase boards read, "Meet the Joneses—Zoom backdrop only." Meanwhile, some plank in sweatsuits go drive-thru, order coffee, and bark, "I'll take a 32 oz Almighty Latte… and a quarter of a kale salad as a 'therapeutic exchange,' thanks!"
Grocery Horror:
Self-checkouts are the new therapists. You do this inventory: "Was this taxed? Does the receipt deserve a trophy? Do I feel accomplished?" And then some Karen's like, "Oh no, it won't scan! Maybe… pray to the iPhone gods?" Suddenly, you're narrating the bagging process like a 90s MTV vlogger: "Okay, let's nestle the constrictions—uh, cucumbers—gently in the basket. Let me just add drama to my leftovers."
Dining Delight:
Restaurants now train waiters to yell, "Who's with this lookin'-like-a-corpse patient?! Suppaaa, losers! Time to share tables!" So you're sipping your $12 kale smoothie next to someone whose meatloaf got a restraining order. I bet 90% of conversations start, "Welp, our life choices led us here." Dinner now feels like a support group for people who hate napkins.
Closing with a Callback:
And the kicker? Just came back from my parent's Thanksgiving—Mom's like, "Why're you here, Eric? The mailman had issues with my candles." Dad? Mute in a headset, screaming at a chat monitor screen. I popped in, said, "Relax, you've survived Christmas on diet meds before." Dad: "Wait, we did the drugs?" Mom: "You're grounded, Eric." (Pause) Okay, thanks, everybody. If you liked it… keep it open. If not… plank it.
(Emergency water chug and exit while holding a crumpled receipt like a trophy.)
This routine cycles through relatable scenarios, uses character-driven humor, and leans on absurd situations to land laughs withoutwordplay. Timing and facial expressions during the parentheticals would add extra punch!
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