The Dude, after nuking Paradise, NV a second time, decides to leave the blandness of America behind and piss on some mimes in France while smoking health pipes. Turns out he was ambushed by zeds during a sledgehammer incident in the washroom at a local Paris cafe. Luckily he had already defeated Satan Cow, Gary Coleman, The B*tch, and countless masses of protestors, rednecks, zombies, gingers, Muslim extremists, government agencies, and military personnel. And midgets. Lots of civilians too.
NEEDLESS TO SAY; he was more than prepared for this enemy. Loading a nearby cat onto the end of his shotgun he was able to silently dispatch the clots that fell from the nearby vent. Many waves of mindless slaughter later, he stays around now because he hasn't encountered a more satisfying enemy to kill. And for some reason these French guns were way better than anything he had in 'Muricah.
Special ability: can piss out flames and kicks instead of gun-butting.