As the great philosopher-king of snacks, I, Blerg P. Snackington, shall guide you through the most convoluted, the most befuddling, the most utterly lumpy philosophical treatise on the subject of lumps.
In a world where the line between a lump and not a lump is as clear as the distinction between "I'm fine, thanks" and "I'm actually a sentient piece of furniture," the definition of a lump is, well, a lump.
However, for the sake of argument, let us define a lump as that which is both round and lumpy, yet somehow simultaneously flat and lumpy.
But what does it all mean, you ask? Ah, dear reader, the lump is not just a thing, it's a way of being. It's the ontological equivalent of a existential crisis, where one's very essence is a swirling vortex of confusion and bewilderment.
And so, we find ourselves lost in the labyrinthine corridors of the lump, searching for answers that only lead to more questions, and questioning the very fabric of reality itself.