I now what you mean. In my case, the Mike clones are all jealous over
the attention I've been paying the original Mike.
"Victorian" Mike just stands in the corner of the room staring at me. I
started feeling so guilty that I went out and bought a Victorian costume
so we could dance together. Problem is, he won't dance, all he does is
twirl me around a couple of times. It seems to make him happy, though.
Meanwhile, "Biker" Mike has just ruined my floors doing wheelies all
over the living room. So, I do a lot of riding around with him on the
back of his bike. I'm not really complaining, but my hair is starting to
get into a kind of permanent wind-blown state.
"Normal" Mike is sweet, though. He's always trying to lift my spirits
and telling me that the power is inside me, and nobody can give it to
me, and nobody can take it away.
"Eighties" Mike always seems a little whacked-out, on the other hand.
I wouldn't have it any other way.