Now let's really mix plutonium and water.  It's not just an atomic plane, it's an atomic seaplane!  On a routine commercial run.  That's right.  Commercial.  Like in one every other hour.  Yes, nothing spells confidence like a hundred tons of reactor landing in a choppy San Francisco Bay while the fog is rolling in.

On the plus side, no one would ever become blasé about seaplane arrivals again. 

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