Qwen: Qwen3.5 397B A17B vs QwQ 32B
Compare Qwen: Qwen3.5 397B A17B and QwQ 32B, both from Qwen, context windows of 262K vs 40K, tested across 15 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
Compare Qwen: Qwen3.5 397B A17B and QwQ 32B, both from Qwen, context windows of 262K 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
Sally has 1 sister.
Here is the breakdown:
Answer: Sally has \boxed{1} sister.
Tests an AI's humor and creative writing ability
(The comedian walks to the center of the stage, adjusts the mic stand, and looks at the audience with a tired smile.)
Has anyone else noticed that calling a customer service line is the only situation in life where you voluntarily enter a hostage negotiation?
I tried to call my internet provider yesterday. Just to ask why my bill went up fifty dollars. I pick up the phone, and immediately, I'm attacked by a voice that is too cheerful for the circumstances.
"Thank you for calling! Please listen closely, as our menu options have changed."
They always say that. The options haven't changed. They've just added three new layers of hell to the bottom of the list.
"Press one for billing. Press two for technical support. Press three to speak to a representative… in the next three to five business days."
I press one. Then I get the hold music. You know the song? It's always the same smooth jazz saxophone loop. It's not music; it's psychological warfare. It's designed to lower your blood pressure just enough so you don't have a stroke while you wait.
And every forty-five seconds, a voice cuts in to lie to me. "You are currently first in line. Please continue to hold."
I know you're lying. I can hear the other hold music in the background. There are at least twelve of us in this digital waiting room, staring at each other through the phone, too afraid to hang up because we'll lose our spot.
Finally, a human picks up. And the anxiety spikes. Now I have to perform. I have to be polite. I have to sound like a reasonable adult, even though I'm currently wearing sweatpants and eating cereal for dinner at 2 PM.
The agent says, "Thank you for calling. Can I get your account number?"
I give it to them.
"And for security, can you confirm your mother's maiden name?"
And I panic. Because I don't know that. I know her name is "Mom." I don't know what she was called before she was responsible for me. That feels like information she should have volunteered earlier.
Then comes my favorite phrase. The one that instills the most fear. "This call may be recorded for quality assurance."
Who is being graded here? Me? Is the agent going to get a bonus if I sound satisfied?
"Okay, Dave, I'm going to rate this call five stars, but only if you waive the late fee."
"I can't do that, sir."
"Then you're getting a one-star review, Dave. Your performance review is going to be a nightmare."
In the end, I didn't even solve the problem. I just realized that fifty dollars is cheaper than the emotional toll of staying on the line for another twenty minutes. So I hung up.
Now I just email them. Because nothing says "I value your business" like an automated reply that says, "We received your email. We will never read it."
(Comedian shrugs, waves, and walks off.)
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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