66.6% profits go to pokey

Pokey huffed, as he rolled his shoulder. “And just who was it that
made all this greatness even possible for you, again? You didn't forget your promise,
did you?”

“I haven't forgotten,” said the cult leader, with a scowl. “Sixty six point six
percent of any profits the Happy Happyists bring in belongs to you, for as long as our
group exists. ...We've suddenly been taking in a lot of new followers. All of them
contributed every single thing they own, every last asset, and they continue to work
hard, fully devoted to the cause. And it's all thanks to that golden figure, the Mani
Mani statue, which we finally possess. So even with you taking the lion's share, our
organization is still far better off than it has ever been. So, if it's alright with you, I'd
like to know...why would a kid like you need this kind of money? What do you plan to
do with a fortune such as this?”

“It's a game,” said Pokey. “It's nothing but a game to me.” His eyes, so small
and indifferent, stared off into the distance. “It's like I'm finally awake. I want to
know just how much I can do, and see just how far I can go. Money is a definitive
figure...a great way to calculate exactly what you're capable of.”

- Mother 2, Chapter 3 pgs. 47-48