Why torture you, TKD? I'll just put you to work in the salt mines. Might as well get some work out of you before you die.
I gave a villager a voice once. Let me tell you how that went.
ME: Hey, could you do some farming please?
Villager: Uh-uh.
ME: Well, look, we're really low on food and I'm trying to put your interests first. If you don't harvest some food, you're going to starve.
Villager: Uh-uh.
ME: But surely you must see that . . . uh . . . where are you going?
Villager: <Kissy sound, walks into a hut with another villager>
ME: Okay, if you're QUITE finished, you're still in imminent danger of --
Villager: <Kissy sound, walks into the hut with that same villager>
ME: Are you done? Listen, here's the NEW deal. If you don't get over there and harvest some fruit, you're going to be up to your eyebrows in orchid-potions, and when one of them blows up, well, I won't be responsible for what happens.
Villager: <Kissy sound - plucked away and locked in the alchemy lab>
Look, I understand that some in the SPCV are younger people who take their villagers as seriously as my niece took her dolls -- which each had a favorite flavor of tea for the tea parties, names, birthdays to remember, some dolls didn't like other dolls, and couldn't come to the same tea parties. And I seriously don't mean to anger you guys.
On the other hand, it's a game, and these 'villagers' are the outcome of programming and mathematics represented visually; no more sentient, and not as pretty as a fractal image generator. Let's try not to take this too seriously, and laugh where we can laugh?
Life has enough injustices to make me cry; let's not make them up where they don't exist.