qoch is not the word for "partner" when referring to socks and gloves and the like. The word for that is nelwI'. With nel, the subject is one sock (or glove or shoe or whatever) of the pair and the object is the other. To talk about a sock (or glove or...) matching (that is fitting onto) a foot (or hand or...), use the verb mey:
mumey waqmeywIj "my shoes fit" (literally, "my shoes fit me")
torgh lumey waqmey "the shoes fit Torg"
waqmeywIj vImey "I fit my shoes"
When a piece of a jigsaw puzzle fits into the right spot, you can say:
Qay'mol mey (Qay'mol) teSra' "the (puzzle) piece fits (into) the puzzle" (In this context, you don't have to repeat Qay'mol, but it's fine if you do.)
or
nelchu' Qay'mol teSra' "the puzzle piece fits perfectly"
The first focuses on the interlocking of the pieces; the second focuses on the piece in question occupying the identically shaped space where it goes.
The wise words
Of the old man.
The forms of the mok'bara
Welcome to this place.
To take up their arms,
And fight against Molor
Were the scene of battle
Between the two armies.
Turns to the people,
And spoke these words.
Caught his hair,
Caught his hair.
Were almost at the gates,
When Fek'lhr came in.
No one could speak of anything,
But the deeds of Kahless and his kin.
their story of courage,
And honor.
At Qam-Chee’s gates,
Demanding to get in.
He has defied his destiny
Curse this Klingon, who has no shame!
The men of mighty Molor,
Like beasts in the dark.
The forms of the mok'bara,
So we can reunite in the flesh.
Reflect on his bat'leth,
Soon Kahless will devise a plan.
For allies across Kronos,
And told them his tale.
Were created by Kotar,
And so it is, up to this day.
Ripped open armor,
And cut off legs in a single stroke.
So did Morath and Kanjit,
Over the hills, they came.
All of you here,
Proud warriors of Kronos*
Go back three spaces.
Thus the stories of Kahless
Also reach Molor’s house.
And if you should loose your way,
Remember the young warrior from the Saq'sub.
Go to the gates of Gre'thor
In lines of three.
Have said to Kahless
In the hours before battle.
Kotar also met his part
Of the arrangement at Qam-Chee.
Who ever entered Gre'thor,
And left the gates unharmed,
Kahless gathered his weapons,
And his finest suit of armor.
Wise and full of spirit,
And astonished to see him alive.
Between these walls,
And a feast to their liking.
And taught the people the ways of honor
By his words and his honorable deeds.
And many great victories were made
During Kahless’s reign of wisdom and bravery.
They said their goodbyes,
And Lukara knew they would meet again.
I must take control
Of myself, my surroundings, everything!
Your journey will not be forgotten,
Restore the honor of your father.
Kahless impaled his hearts
With the two blades of the mevak.
May your enemies run with fear,
For you are Klingon, we are Klingon.
So you can give yourself to Kotar
As a hero of the Klingon tribes.
I have shared stories of pride with you,
Now I will tell you why I am here.
Let me show you
My two brave sons and my daughter.
Into the gates of Sto-vo-kor,
Kahless was given a hero’s welcome.
He looked back on his words and deeds,
And then slept for three days.
The smell of bloodwine and gagh
Filled the barge upon entering.
Proud to be Klingon, and fierce,
Intrigued Kotar despite his rage.
Kill the beasts in this forest,
One a targ, and two who call themselves Klingon.
Every Klingon knows the ways of honor,
And teaches their children by this tale.
And provided them with the laws of honor,
He was crowned emperor of the Klingon Empire.
May you recite his words with wisdom,
May they forever be unforgettable.
About caring for their weapons,
For they represent the purity of their blood.
If unowned you may buy it from the Bank.
If owned, throw dice and pay owner a total of ten times amount thrown.