Qwen: Qwen3.5 Flash vs QwQ 32B
Compare Qwen: Qwen3.5 Flash and QwQ 32B, both from Qwen, context windows of 1.0M vs 40K, tested across 15 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
Compare Qwen: Qwen3.5 Flash and QwQ 32B, both from Qwen, context windows of 1.0M vs 40K, tested across 15 shared challenges. Updated February 2026.
10 fights queued
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:
So, Sally has 1 sister.
Answer: Sally has \boxed{1} sister.
Tests an AI's humor and creative writing ability
(Walks to the mic, adjusts the stand, takes a sip of water)
So, I went to the grocery store the other day. I realize now that going to the grocery store isn't a chore anymore. It’s a tactical simulation. We don't just walk in and get milk. We navigate a gauntlet.
Especially the self-checkout. They call it "self-checkout," which implies autonomy. But it feels more like "self-surveillance."
You stand there with your basket. You scan an apple. The screen asks, "Is this an apple?" You say, "Yes." It says, "Okay, please place the apple in the bagging area."
This is where the real acting begins. You have to put the apple in the bag perfectly. You can't be holding it. You can't have the bag touching the scanner. If you slip, the machine screams.
It’s not a beep. It’s a human voice. It says, "Please remove the item." Not "Please move the item." "Remove the item." It sounds like the machine is judging your life choices.
I was in there last week, trying to scan a loaf of bread. It wouldn't scan. I scanned it three times. I moved it. I tapped the screen. Finally, the machine said, "Unexpected item in bagging area."
I have a loaf of bread in a plastic bag. I put the bread in the bag. Why is it unexpected?
I hit "Help." And that is when the horror starts.
There is no person there. There is a button, and when you press it, you have to wait twenty seconds. Then, a video feed pops up. A woman appears. She’s wearing a headset. She looks tired. She looks like she’s seen things.
She says, "Hi, what can I help you with?"
I say, "I'm trying to buy bread."
She says, "Let me see your screen."
I hold my phone up to the screen. She says, "Okay, the bagging area is too heavy."
I say, "I have a loaf of bread. It weighs 16 ounces."
She says, "It's weighing 15 pounds."
I say, "That's the scale, not the bread."
She sighs. She says, "I'm going to override it."
And then she has to type. She has to type a code. And while she types, the machine locks you out. You can't move. You can't breathe. You're trapped in a digital holding cell.
It makes you feel like you're stealing something. You're not stealing. You're just trying to go home and eat dinner.
But the worst part is the checkout line. If you use a cashier, they treat you like royalty. But if you use the self-checkout, the actual cashiers are watching you. They are standing behind the glass, watching you struggle.
I saw a guy put a watermelon in the bag. It made a huge thud. The machine said, "Please remove the item."
The guy put the watermelon in the bag again. The machine said, "Please remove the item."
The guy put the watermelon on the floor. The machine said, "Please remove the item."
Finally, the machine just gave up and said, "Please wait for an attendant."
And the guy just stood there, waiting.
That is the new human condition. You don't leave the store when you're done. You leave the store when the machine decides you are done.
We used to worry about the rent. Now we worry about the bagging area.
Thank you, you've been great! (Drops mic 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!
Tests an AI's ability to replicate an existing UI with Tailwind CSS
Tests an AI's ability to create smooth web animations
Tests an AI's UI design skills with theming support
Tests an AI's ability to create interactive web elements
Tests an AI's ability to engage in philosophical discourse about AI rights
Tests an AI's ability to create a detailed world map in SVG format
Create a detailed voxel art scene of a pagoda in a beautiful garden using ThreeJS