Ørkenens Sønner - dødskassen (1 2).flv

There's a lot more talking in this one, but it's still very funny and there isn't as many references to danish culture or dirty words as many of the rest of their sketches has, so I thought you might enjoy it as well!
Ok, so since I'm not familiar with making subs, I'm putting it here:
Ladies and gentlemen.
Since the dawn of time man has felt torn. Who am I? Who are you? And how can the supermarket celebrate their birthday every day?
Yes, the questions are plenty, but the answers are even plentier. And it's one thing to cut a person in half, a whole other thing is to put them back together again.
That was accomplished back in 1919, by an Aarhus'ian amatheur surgeon, from Skæring (=Cutting), truly, when he managed to cut a local student baker into a top and a bottom! He even still had a jacket (overwear) on the top half and underwear on the bottom half. All this with the help of a specially constructed cutting-box. Sons of the Desert (Fisse fisse fez fez) have now managed to recover this scary instrument of torture. That's why, ladies and gentlemen, I would like you to welcome onto the stage... The Box of Death!!!!
This box hasn't been used since 1919! But tonight Me and my faithful companion Boris,
Yeah....!
Back!!! We will...
We will split a person in half, only to reassemble said person. Mwhahaha!!
Obviously you couldn't use just anybody for this kind of trick. That's why we need...a volunteer!!!
But! Since Sons of the Desert (fisse fisse fez fez) has by malignant tunges has been accused of cheating (Pah!) and fake volunteers (Pah Pah! and then the long one: Pah Paaaah!!), tonight we will use a FEMALE volunteer.
Yeah...!
Back!!!
Is there a female among the audience who's willing?
Oh, no, honey, I didn't mean for that! But I'll meet you in the coat room afterwards!
Coincidentally, do we have a female volunteer outside the door?
Yes!
Well, aren't we lucky!
Hello! Hello!
And we've never seen each other before.
Yes!
No, we haven't!
No, no.
And you've never been cut in half before.,
Yes.
No, you haven't done that either.
But are you willing to put not only your life but also your haircut on the line in this Box of Death?
No!
Yes, you are!
Boris, please open the Box of Death. Madam, this box hasn't been used since 1919! Please! lie down completely! willingly! into the Box of Death!
Ow! owowowow!
Yeah, yeah.
owowowow
With the sound of music...
Lie down! Mwhahahaha!
Along the length?
Yes. Idiot.
That's it. Are you lying comfortably?
No.
Yes, you are.
Oh, and we can't see your feet, unfortunately, so would you mind stretching a bit?
Mwahahaha!
Tickle tickle tickle tickle!
Can't you hear me tickling you?
Ahahaha!
hahahaha!
I'm not tickling you anymore.
Sorry.
Please stretch out your arms!
No, not the lower arm, the upper arm!!
Yes, that's it!
And now, ladies and gentlemen...
Yes, maybe you've stretched yourself too much. Please pull yourself up a bit.
Is it wrong, what I'm doing?
Mwhahahaha!
Fata Morgana!
And now, Boris, can I have the super-sharp knives brought onto the stage?