There is no situation so hopeless that you can't roleplay your way out of it.
Just keep asking enough questions and eventually your GM will crack.
Boba Fett: What is it with everyone? I explain the simplest thing using small words and the most basic torture methods that even a child could understand, and yet they sit there with a blank expression on their imbecilic faces.
Han: So I'm alive. Let's break out of here. How far can I move my hands?
GM: You can't. You're frozen solid.
Han: I twitch my fingers!
Han: Toes then.
Han: I'll wiggle my ears.
GM: What's your Dexterity?
GM: You couldn't even do that before.
Han: I can move my tongue, surely. That's inside my mouth.
Han: All right! I start licking!