Genie of the Toaster

I'm really rather pleased with this, so I hope you enjoy it as well. This is a short story I wrote based on a quote from an episode of Never Mind the Buzzcocks. It's about a genie, a toaster, and a girl named Verity. Enjoy!

A response to a quote from an episode of Never Mind the Buzzcocks
“I am the genie of the toaster. You have three wishes, providing they are of a toast based nature."
The idea of a toast genie intrigued Verity. She had never heard of such thing but as the toaster stared at her with its toast slits for eyes, she wondered, “What is there to wish for that is of a toast based nature?” As Verity pondered this question, the toast genie wondered how the hell he had gotten himself into this situation. First of all he wasn’t really a genie, just some poor elf that had somehow ended up in this girl’s kitchen. Using the age of old trick of throwing one’s voice, the elf had convinced this girl that he was the “genie of the toaster” or some such nonsense. Thank the gods he had decided on the toaster otherwise he would have been in real trouble because what can one wish for that that is of a toast based nature?
“I want a piece of the best French toast known to man,” Verity proclaimed after about five minutes of awkward silence. The “genie” had convinced himself that the girl wouldn’t ask for anything and that she would just go away. But no, she wanted something called French toast. What the hell was that?
“Also,” Verity continued, “I want a slice of toast with in an egg in the middle like the English do it and I would also like a slice of garlic toast.”
“Oh shit,” thought the elf, “What the hell am I going to do now?” So the elf let the girl stand there for a second before announcing in a very stern and principal-esque manner that…
“Thank you for your call. The genie of the toaster is currently unavailable. Seeing as your call is important to us, please leave a message after the beep and the genie will grant your wish when he gets it. Thank you and have a nice day.”
When Verity’s mother came home that night she found the toaster smashed into lots of little pieces in the kitchen and Verity eating some sort of toast, with a very satisfied grin on her face.