Sorry, can't resist

I can see it now. As a group, the entire forum goes to find Trapper somewhere in the USA. There he is sitting in an alley, empty bottles of oil littering the ground, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. An oily sheen around his chin. He looks very tan and his hair is awesome.

We approach him slowly. He turns to us and starts saying, at first quietly, and then forcefully......fillings....fillings....MERCURY......get them out of your heads.....NOW NOW NOW. He brandishes a pair of pliers.

We back away, shaking our heads. We will always remember him when he was slightly sane.

We leave, knowing that all the other alley dwellers will eventually be detoxing well with him. Many will have no teeth soon. But they will be better for it.

Good for you Trapper. Keep swishing my friend, but don't make me do an intervention on you anytime soon...OK?

Love and Kisses. Molly Tweet