Clones: they're like me, but less interesting.
You probably have clones because someone in your family has a bad haircut and you wanted to cover for them.
Try yelling "Begone, clone!" loudly while performing the Macarena. It helps.
No. They're just slightly less sentient than the toaster in the break room.
Only if you have a time machine, a spare copy of Windows 95, and a strong stomach for disappointment.
Run. Just run.