I'm Nikki Cox. Remember Me? I used to be hot.

Hide the children!

But seriously, we here at WWKRD are completely deflated to learn that once-beautiful, redheaded goddess of the WB, Nikki Cox, has morphed into a minion of the evil race of botox-riddled, collagen-bloated, eating disorder cases that infect Hollywood and are slowly taking over this once-great nation of natural beauties. Consider this dated photo of this once-stunning Cox:

Now, the WWKRD staff questions the authenticity of Ms. Cox's breasts, however glorious they may be, but needless to say, there was nothing wrong with this woman that warranted her visit to the Joker clinic of plastic surgery.

Sadly, Ms. Cox has faded into anonymity, far from the forefront of the minds of millions of hormonally-charged American teenagers, and deep down somewhere in the catacombs of the WB's video vault, tucked in beside "Sister, Sister" and whatever Steve Harvey show was on at the time.

We here at WWKRD proudly stand at attention and salute the S.S. Cox as she sinks into the depths of the American conscious. Farewell, you once glorious vessel.