In the Dungeon of Doom, you find a sink. Because it seems like a good idea at the time, you kick it.
A voice booms out "The dishwasher has returned..." and a very ampersandy Incubus walks into the room.
"Hey there, pretty lady," he says... "Wanna help me work up some suds?"
Long story short, you have a magical evening.
Short story long? Anything by Dickens.