Junkil of the Jungle is an eurotic salesman survey program thing who is a complete ripoff of both Spamton and Jevil. They are a complete COMPLETE goober best known for their signature smile. He has lotsa monetti attacks that can make you go from bankruptcy to bourjwasee in just 11 seconds. But Junkil's signature attack is sticking a pan flute into your artery and lethally injecting you with pillars of salt and pillars of sand.
She ties tricycles together with red strings of fate in order to make them into hexacycles, splitting them into 3 bicycles to sell to their eulogia Fake Peppino to run over frogs with.
Junkil also stumbles upon their words a lot, lot! and has to repeat them, them, them, they/them!—a bit like a stutter but not as severe as a stammer—a starstammer if you bill, bill! bill! bill! bill! or a moonstammer. We don't know what Junkil sells, sells, sells! but she sells it none the less, less? by the seashore with Luigi.
They weren't always as crazy as a Chuck or had the stammer, stammer! of a shopping kart: Monokuma morse code blasted Kumatine into their teeth; this gave them a 30 minute Gamzee-level high that Revelations: Persona'd them all the secrets of the UnOmniverse, most important was how to cut a Zan cake—something not even Chuck Norris dares do.
He has since upgraded to Junkil Redux, becoming the final boss of TF2.