[A small, adorable gnome that looks a lot like Hunk (because it is Hunk) has been watching for a few minutes. He's managed to piece together that there's something off about the bottles, though he hasn't quite figured out the exact mechanism in use. Still, it doesn't seem right for Sheryl to continue to have to waste her money. Hunk slides up next to her. He keeps an eye on the man running it and whispers to Sheryl when his back is turned.]
A.
Psst. Sheryl. I wouldn't do that if I were you.