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Decide it's in your best interest to name it Wilson
This is the clear and obvious choice. You paint a little smiley face on the ball with an unspecified brown pigment and settle down to a quiet life together.
Some time later you and Wilson are watching the sunrise together. "Hey, Wilson," you say as you sip your coffee, "I want to eat some french bread today."
You're quite obviously insane, so insane that even your own addled mind can admit it. Every time Wilson brings up suicide you consider it even more seriously.
"Wilson," you start, but stop when you hear shouting from the beach. A small man in a suit is climbing out of a dingy beached in the waves. He's shouts something unintelligible as he drags the boat up into the sand, then continues shouting as he runs toward you brandishing a paper.
"Stop!" he shouts as he passes within intelligibility range, "Cease and Desist this at once!"
When he reaches you he plops the paper down on your patio table. He's too winded to continue shouting at this point.
You read the paper. It says, in so much legalese, that due to copyright infringement you cannot call your little volleyball friend Wilson. That if you don't stop they will be forced to take further action up to and including sending you more sternly worded letters.
This is a situation that require careful consideration. What happens next could greatly affect your future. So you sucker punch the lawyer, jump in his boat, and row home.