Gay Armageddon

I kicked through the rotting ceiling, slid down the roof and landed vociferously. Seeing nothing better to do, I set out across the barron fields.
"Ooh, a used condom."
As the ground started to slope, I sensed a change in the atmosphere. It was more charged, more active, more gay. And it was centred on a focal point, I walked towards it, cautiously, but with an inexplicable sway in my step. Directly in front of me there was circle of air that seemed to flicker between two possibilities, as if unsure what to display.
"Well why not?"
I dived at the circle, and found myself in a strip joint, a gay strip joint.
"Holy shit dude."
I looked around me, gay, gay, gay, gay, they were all gay! I realised what must have happened, this area had turned the 27th dimension so bent that it curved all the way round to our position on it, at the point in dimensions 1 to 4 known to its occupants as Hart Field, March 2008 AD. But it was curving ever faster, and this instance of alignment was fast concluding. This dimension needed to be straightened, and fast. There was only one option, all out war against the homosexual population. Gay armageddon.

As an afterthought, I grabbed the Jeb of the North's bell, and killed him.