Qwen: Qwen3 Max vs QwQ 32B
Compare Qwen: Qwen3 Max and QwQ 32B, both from Qwen, context windows of 256K vs 40K, tested across 15 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
Compare Qwen: Qwen3 Max and QwQ 32B, both from Qwen, context windows of 256K vs 40K, 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
Let’s break it down step by step.
We’re told:
Sally (a girl) has 3 brothers.
So, there are 3 boys in the family, and Sally is a girl — so at least one girl.
Each brother has 2 sisters.
That means, from the perspective of each of the 3 brothers, there are 2 sisters.
Who are those sisters?
Well, Sally is definitely one of them.
Since each brother has 2 sisters, there must be one more girl besides Sally.
So, the sisters are: Sally and one other girl.
Therefore, Sally has 1 sister.
✅ Final Answer: 1 sister
(Sally + 1 other girl = 2 sisters total, which matches what each brother sees.)
Answer: Sally has \boxed{1} sister.
Tests an AI's humor and creative writing ability
[Stage lights up. Comedian walks out, grabs mic, squints at audience.]
Alright, alright—settle down. I know, I know… you’re all thinking, “Why did I pay $18 for a drink to hear someone complain about adulting?” And honestly? Fair. I’d be mad too. But stick with me. I’m cheaper than therapy and funnier than your last Zoom call.
So, I tried adulting this week. Bought a plant. Not a dog. Not a kid. A plant. Because I heard plants are “low maintenance.” That’s a LIE. My fern has more drama than my ex. One day I forgot to water it? It dropped a leaf like it was sending me a passive-aggressive Post-it: “Thanks for nothing, Karen.” I apologized to it. Out loud. My roommate walked in and said, “Are you… negotiating with foliage?” YES. And I won.
Then there’s laundry. Why is laundry the emotional support chore of adulthood? You ever pull your favorite shirt out of the dryer and it’s SHRUNK? Like, betrayal-level shrinkage. I’m standing there holding this tiny tee that now says “Property of 2012 Me,” and I’m like, “Was I happier then? Did I eat more pizza? Probably.”
And don’t get me started on grocery shopping. I go in for milk and bread. Come out with artisanal pickles, a wok I don’t know how to use, and a candle that smells like “Nordic Midnight.” What is Nordic Midnight? Is it pine trees and regret? Because that’s what my life smells like.
Online dating? Oh man. I swiped right on a guy whose bio said, “Looking for my partner in crime.” Ma’am, I don’t even jaywalk. The last “crime” I committed was eating my roommate’s yogurt and pretending the lid was already broken. I wrote “innocent until proven lactose intolerant” in my bio. Nobody swiped back.
And why do we still say “Let’s circle back” in emails? Circle back to what? The moon? The disappointment? Just say what you mean. “I’ll ignore this for three business days and then panic.” Be honest. We’re all pretending we know what we’re doing. The CEO? Pretending. The barista who spelled your name “Björk”? Pretending. My plant? Definitely pretending it doesn’t need sunlight.
I tried cooking last week. Made pasta. Simple, right? Boil water, throw noodles in, add sauce. NO. I turned my kitchen into a crime scene. Smoke alarm screaming like it’s seen a ghost. Sauce on the ceiling. I opened all the windows, waved a towel like I was trying to flag down a rescue helicopter. My neighbor yelled, “You okay in there?” I yelled back, “Emotionally? No. But the carbonara’s almost ready!”
And sleep. Who invented sleep? Because I think they’ve never tried it. I get in bed at 11, brain goes: “Hey! Remember that awkward thing you did in 2014? Let’s replay it. In HD. With commentary.” 3 a.m. me is my own worst podcast host.
But you know what? We’re all just out here, pretending we’ve got it together, watering our sad plants, shrinking our favorite clothes, burning our dinners, and swiping left on people who like hiking (who are these mythical hiking people?).
Life’s ridiculous. And that’s okay. Because if we didn’t laugh at it, we’d cry into our Nordic Midnight candles.
Thank you, you’ve been a delight. Tip your waitstaff, water your plants, and for the love of God—check the expiration date on that yogurt.
[Exits to applause, trips slightly on cord. Doesn’t break stride.]
“And THAT’S why I don’t do yoga.”
[Blackout.]
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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