Even if you did **** the toaster, and it trapped your cock, why on Earth would you call Trumpton?
Surely a pair of pliers would bend the offending bit of the toaster out of the way. Or dismantle it and extricate yourself. Even if the toaster ended up er shagged, it's better than the embarrassment of the call.
"Which Emergency Service do you need?"
"Fire, please"
"What is the nature of your emergency?"
"Er, I've caught my cock in the toaster"
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"
"I've got my cock stuck in the toaster"
(stifled laughter) "Are you sure it's an emergency?"
"Yes, the wife is due home in 30 minutes!"
"Ok Sir, don't worry, we'll have you out of there in a jiffy"